I don't know who, or what, I am. I woke up on a mountain and everything hurt. Others either run away or chase me just because I look this way. I don't know why they're doing this. I never did anything to hurt them.
I intend to empty my mind of stories or die trying...I hope I don't die, that'd be bad.
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I don't know who, or what, I am. I woke up on a mountain and everything hurt. Others either run away or chase me just because I look this way. I don't know why they're doing this. I never did anything to hurt them.