Prologue

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I dont remember much. From my childhood. From my teen years. From yesturday...
But I know this isnt me...
This cant be my future, can it? NO i can't let it be! But it looks so, peaceful...
Staring at the bright colours, doused over by the red stains, skin constantly burning at every point its touching me,
But loving every moment I feel it on my skin...

I hadn't known what I would get myself into, but as good as it feels?

I NEED TO ESCAPE
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