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You remember my name. You remember how it sounds when spoken aloud. You remember how it looks when written in black ink. You remember the face that goes with it. I remember nothing of you. No name, no sound, no face. Some would call it a tragedy. But I call it freedom.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
My Name
You remember my name. You remember how it sounds when spoken aloud. You remember how it looks when written in black ink. You remember the face that goes with it. I remember nothing of you. No name, no sound, no face. Some would call it a tragedy. But I call it freedom.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
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