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She couldn’t sleep.

She had heard a voice breaking the deafening quiet of her apartment.

She was imagining things, hearing voices again.

It was always the same voice. 

Sometimes she could see a face if she focussed really hard. 

It was a familiar face, one she knew from somewhere.

Why couldn’t she remember?

Locked up in a dark room,

She couldn’t tell dream from reality.

Her whole life seemed a blur.

Sometimes she felt him in the folds of her memory,

Nudging her to remember, to revive, to restore,

Put it together piece by piece.

Would she really remember one day?

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