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We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams. How can I step back if I can't even remember who I am? How can I step forward if there's no way to go? Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. But the question here is HOW and WHY me?
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