Prologue

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How can one show their disapproval of their life? How could one ever change it around in a single decision? It is quite simple. I know something myself. Matter of fact, I am a runaway.
My life was too boring, monochrome. So many monotone routines, shallow people, hollow eyes and soulless entertainment. At one point, I wished to see the world for its true colors.
Now I see that the world's true color is red. Not a passionate red, akin to roses and love, but a filthy and dark red much closer to venous blood. It took me some time, sweat, tears to find that out, and if you're willing to see it too, then come along and follow me in my memories, between the smoke of a cigarette and the buzz brought by cheap whiskey.
You'll regret this decision every second you listen to me, if you decide to stay.

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