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... spair.
It was like a rewind tape, like I was going through the motions, which has been replayed before. The dream that I had when I had been thrown into the holding cell, when I had been in a coma.
I don’t know what it means, but it seems that it will keep coming until I discover its purpose, its reason for visiting me.
Yet, why me?
I sighed when a woman’s despairing cry echoed in my soul, tearing at me, reprimanding me, drawing me back from the edge of a great pr ...
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