Sometimes you scream 'cause there is no one to hear. You scream wishing you could whisper... Low... Softly... You scream searching for the words. And they never come, what a pity.
So if you can't remember your name, you just know: you failed. And the mirrors that you pasted to hide those... "scars", only highlighted your vacuities.

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