Prologue.

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This life sentence that she's being forced to life's cruel. Day by day she's forced to live it with a smile. She can't be sad, otherwise she has to talk to people. The same mortals who judge her every waking moment that she's breathing. She cannot live a day without wanting to die. Why don't those people stand up for her? It isn't her fault that she prefers every kind of gender. It isn't her fault that she thinks everyone deserves love even if she doesn't get any in return.

This girl is so strong that she has to deal with daily issues. Issues that nobody knows about. She would rather lie than get the help she deserves.

She can tell herself that things will get better, but in all honesty, will they? This is life we're talking about. Life isn't fun is it?

Her name is Jessica Phillips, yes the Jessica Phillips. Me. Welcome to my dreadful story that we can live through together. Thank you for letting me open up once again. 

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