MEMORY LOG 01

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I remember how alone I felt, the petramians were dropping like flies and I was just watching. I hid. I felt hopeless, like my body was doing it's own thing; what I needed to do in order to survive. I lost myself that day, I think anybody would. I couldn't even look at myself without wanting to break down and cry and grieve even when I wasn't dead. Sometimes I did wish I was dead. It hurts being a survivor, but what can you do?

- SELOZAR.

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