Everything sort of begins right when it happened.
Do I particularly remember where it all began at the right date and time?
Nor do I recall when it even started, sometimes I think I do but then when I think about it too much I forget as soon as I remember.
It has nothing to do with poor memory it might be that I just have trained myself to repress memories that I choose not to remember. Memory has nothing to do with it.
So with it all said I guess it all had to begin when I was born.
Nothing special about that day, well, if I wasn’t born then I wouldn’t have made such a name for myself, only too myself but someone has to remember me.
Maybe I should start at the beginning.
Chapter 1: Hazy Findings
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