Dear Diary, Today is the sixth anniversary since I have been out of the orphanage. To be more precise, today is November 37th of the year 6304. I write to you today in hopes of understanding myself. As I know that you can not talk back to me with your own words, I do so dearly hope that you may search your database of past diary inscriptions to give a much appreciated, as well as far due past explanation to my question. Who am I, and why do I breath? Sincerely signed, Your faithful writer

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