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Day 1520 - Dana

I gripped my journal in my hands so tight my knuckles blanched, my only lifeline and support in a world turned upside-down. My accident had taken so much from me, including most of my memory. When I woke, I knew my parents, but I was sure that I was only twelve years old. I behaved as a child of that age might, and I had no memory of the time after that age. I had a difficult recovery after I learned I was actually eighteen, but in time, my mind started to rebuild the memories as my body rebuilt its strength.

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