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... I didn’t even know.

It was about 1 year and 3 months ago, perhaps. I didn’t remember exactly.

In fact, even my memories of being human were hazy.

The longer I lived as a monster, the more my memories of my previous life faded away.

It seemed that as I became more accustomed to the sensations of being a monster, the ones I felt as a human became duller.

Memories that were once there scattered and disappeared.

My emotions were shallower than before. ...

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