Chapter 1

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She's writing in the memory of her forgotten past. The one, she has noticed, will never repeat. The times of her childhood, sacred yet so fragile, which she can never retrieve.

Times change and so do people, yet she feels she's still the same. A child at heart who wears an unwavering frown at her face. She has to act uncaring, despite her tender heart, very much to her distaste.

She has been through a lot. Felt many types of painful sorrow, yet none she wishes to share. She is afraid, of all the people she knows, none will truly care. To her dismay, she is also aware that this is just the beginning. Her book has started and it's only chapter one.

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