Scratched Diamond-Preface

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There are lots of terms thrown around when people describe me. Special. Unique. A Fighter. No matter how much they tapdance around it, the truth is quite clear to me. Mentally Off-Kilter. Of course its been 3 years since the event, but the destruction it has caused is ever-present. When I try to think back to what happened, I just can't. I can remember everything before, and everything after its just that one time in my life that everything is a mush of vague memories that come in wild dreams. Many a peaceful night in my house is shattered by blood-curdling screams of remembrance as my brain desperately tries to piece together clues. Some inner-sense makes me know that figuring out exactly what happened is crucial and of dire importance, yet the harder I try to remember, the worse my memory gets. My mind is like a scratched diamond. Perfect everywhere except for one scratch. Damaged and ruined forever, this impurity carved in my brain irreversible.

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