"Who am I?"
"Where am I?"
"Why am I here?"
"How did I get here?"
"Where is here?"
"Can you tell me...Can you tell me...?"
She leans against the ground and rain drops.
"The rain burns..."
The rain burns.
They are cold fire drops.
She looks up at you.
"Stop asking me questions."
"I cannot help you."
"On thing. All those questions. Does the answers matter?"
"Go somewhere else."
"Leave me in peace
She fades away. Leaving you by yourself.
In the middle of the road.
No signs of cars comming you're way.
Where do you choose to go?
"You're command?"
Her voice echos.
But she is not there.
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