The young man's eyes are wide and haunted, his face gaunt and his clothes filthy and tattered. The ocean breeze blows his unkempt hair, and he looks so lost and alone. It's clear he's been through something terrible, and you can't help but feel for him. He approaches you slowly, his voice shaky but determined. Please, I need your help. I don't know what happened to me or where I am. I need you to believe me. I'm not crazy. he’s sobbing and shaking with panic
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