Vanished

          He haunted my dreams again. I woke up in a cold sweat desperately wishing my mind would stop flashing me images of his face. I knew not who he was nor where I could find him, had he been part of my erased life or just a compelling dream? Both situations had an unsatisfactory outcome for I knew that if he was real he would not be safe, but if he was a figment of my imagination all traces and hope for rediscovering who I truely was would be lost.

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