I steal memories: cherished ones, prized ones, and the ones that make a person who the are. I can be sneaky like death and I can hit you so hard that you don't even know who you are anymore. I hold memories of the past, but I don't leave my victims high and dry. I create false memories and take the real ones.
Kell
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