Prologue

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  "Heaven help the fools that did her wrong, Woman with her stature ,filled with gracious morales, good intentions, even in the most daunting times refused to let the emptiness that brings even the sweetest of people to their last rope. It still baffles her endlessly "Oh, how far the human race has fallen , After generations of lessons before passed on from one to the next and so on down the line." How could life honestly lose track of the whole heartedness of values?" No, not her at least that was what years of sorrow and solitude of locking herself away to mind her own taught her. She would not allow herself to be seen as "broken."

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