Prologue
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Over the years that I've been alive everyone tells you that time heals all wounds. Well they are lying. For years I've waited for these wounds to heal, for me to regain everything I lost. I've finally come to the realization that waiting is pointless and dreaming is hopeless. My thoughts now are foggy and clouded over, a constant jumble of meaningless emotions. The thoughts of war are over whelming, the thoughts of loss, demeaning. I can't go back. They won't accept me now. I'm just a lost cause who can no longer walk. If time really healed all wounds, I would have my legs back. And my friends would still be alive.
