Prelude

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I was met someone once. Someone who was, how do I put this, special. She loved with a whole heart. That is a very special thing in this world today.  A very rare, special thing. The sad part of this was its ability to destroy her. To tear her apart from the inside. However, though her heart was being twisted and turned, she somehow keep strong. For so long she keep strong. But one can only be strong for so long before they finally crack, and in time, cracks lead to breaking, tearing apart at the seems. And sadly, one day that someone I knew, was someone entirely new.

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