Introduction
From beginning to end, I was not her, not that girl named Ximo. You gave me her exact face, her heart, her name, her love for you, your fantasy, your life... But, I am not her, I am not Ximo, even if we are so similar, even if I am a copy of her, even if I am just a puppet who cannot control my own destiny, I am not her, never am, never will be.
But you don't think so. You think that with her heart, her name, and her face, I am her. But I have no memory of her, I am not her, not, never will be...