Fifty percent of memory is changed
Only 3 years after it happened
So when I look back and I see my friends
Their face face and person: forgotten
So how am I who I am
When who I was is a lie
How am I supposed to live
When I can't trust my mind
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
Fifty percent of memory is changed
Only 3 years after it happened
So when I look back and I see my friends
Their face face and person: forgotten
So how am I who I am
When who I was is a lie
How am I supposed to live
When I can't trust my mind
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