Prologue

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Blood... I was a mess. I was lying in a small pool of blood. It felt so right but I knew it was wrong. I needed stitches and maybe...a friend. Someone like me. Maybe I'll find someone, maybe I won't. Maybe my life will turn up a little better or maybe it won't. Maybe I'll become what I dream of or maybe I'll become something I dread. Too many maybes, a very little hope and no faith at all.

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