Why am I here, what's my purpose, how did I get here, all questions this weird place with answers no explanation of why the, the, I still can't think of the word. It's a word some were a place, All I remember is this thing that looked like me but not really, the shape of the face was different and was quite buetufful. Longer brown stuff on top of the head just like the stuff on my head but the brown is shaded a little bit more, more dark.
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Droma
Short Storyabout a man that goes into a coma and gets in a dream that causes him to relize all of the things he had forgotten
