By April
I woke up to nothing
Nothing but facts.
That’s all I could remember.
It was like my mind was a canvas painted in math equations.
There was no feeling to it
No memories
Just facts
Fact: 5 times 5 is 25.
Fact: Frogs are amphibians.
Fact: Reptiles can’t run and breathe at the same time.
Fact: I’m laying on a hospital bed.
Fact: The person in the white coat over there is a doctor.
Fact: My body is full of bruises and cuts.
Fact: I don’t know who I am.
Fact: The doctor says I’ve lost my memory.
Opinion: The doctor thinks I may have committed memory suicide- put a gun up to my memories and said sayonara.
Fact: My memories are dead.

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