"There is just one part of all of this that I do
not understand. I know why I was made. By whom, when, where, and how. But I do not know what I did that was so terrible that I deserved to be made thus."
Since uttering those words I have elected to not know. The day is marked, regardless. May it pass without memories.
Since uttering those words I have elected to not know. The day is marked, regardless. May it pass without memories.
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