October 2011
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Dear Dorian,
I am you, and this is the day you meet me. Have you even wondered why you never remembered the last thought you had before falling asleep? That’s because I was the one having that thought. I am the part of you that you don’t remember. I am the blackouts and the moments of absence. I am the days that, at the end, you don’t wonder what you have done. I am the one putting your notes...
