Prologue

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She is part of my soul.
She is my first thought in the morning.
She is what keeps me awake at night.
She is my dying breath.
She is what keeps me alive.
She is all my hopes.
She is all my dreams.
She is all I want.
She is my everything.
Yet she is not mine.

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