When you wake up with a blank memory, you find that the only evidence of your existence in the past is the memory of others, and that you were completely different from who you are now. So how will you choose? Should we pursue our true [self], or should we act as our former [self]? Or, as long as we coexist together, [you] will all be [you]?
Why do you think life exists?
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