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Never To Be Forgotten
Having lost my name...
Having lost my life...
I became nothing.
I may be an imitation of the living (original) me...
Even if I am merely a shadow of the dead (original) me...
There is one thing that I will never forget.
That moment when he protected me from everything that tried to hurt me... The freezing, numbing cold, the wicked fangs, the vicious claws...
Everything in that moment...
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