Prologue

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Life was strange in the beginning but now everything is starting to make sense I was born different to all the other children I had a rampant imagination that would run wild and created scenes that felt so real it was like I was actually in them. Flowers used to come out and become alive during the summers on my farm these flowers where the bases of my ravenous brain that could cultivate the most weirdest and volatile stories that no child should create. These stories that my mind would create ultimately led to my demise because in the end I could not tell what was real and what was fake. So here is the story of a girl with an incredible imagination that people would call a mental illnesses, but you see I'm no longer ill or that same child who could differentiate between fiction and real-life.

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