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As I lay on my bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It had been three days since the accident, and I still couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about it. The memories were fuzzy, like a dream that fades quickly when you wake up. But one thing stuck with me - the sound of my own voice screaming in terror as I watched the car careen out of control.
I tried to piece together what happened, but it was no use. My mind kept racing back to that moment, reliving the fear and panic all over again. It was like being trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up. But what really bothered me was the feeling that something had changed within me since the accident.
It wasn't just the physical pain that lingered - it was something deeper, something psychological. Like someone had reached into my brain and rearranged everything, leaving behind fragments of memories that no longer made sense. I knew I had to try and make sense of it all, but for now, all I could do was lie there, lost in the haze of my own mind.
