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Sometimes it's almost too much.
For all I know, logically, which memories are mine - I don't feel them. I don't know them. I still wake up spinning through a thousand possibilities at once. Expecting to hear my voice completely differently.
There are days when it even hurts. Trying to decipher where the me is in all this... what connections I can make...
We're back to fighting Heartless now. One battle after another - one day after another.
At least it's something I know.
For all I know, logically, which memories are mine - I don't feel them. I don't know them. I still wake up spinning through a thousand possibilities at once. Expecting to hear my voice completely differently.
There are days when it even hurts. Trying to decipher where the me is in all this... what connections I can make...
We're back to fighting Heartless now. One battle after another - one day after another.
At least it's something I know.