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Random First Lines:This is not a true poem.. It was just a simply string of voiceless thought..This is something... I never intended on making and I never expected... » Read
Mayne wakes up from a fog while driving. The road is dark, quiet, and he is alone. His mind has been wiped clean leaving him only with questions. Who was he? Where is he going? What has he done? Are the questions driving him to answers. As Mayne uncovers the answers one at a time, he finds...