Who am I?
Am I just a scrawny blonde teenager? Or am I more? I dont know right now. I know that everything has changed. But what is left? What is left of my mind? The darkest recesses of my mind use to house my most dangerous personality characteristics. But what now?
I can almost see the ruins of the great and terrible fortress my mind once was...
But what now?
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