Prologue

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Have you ever felt like you've reached the point of being so broken and rough that when you look in the mirror you don't know anything different? That you are so lost within yourself, dust has begun to grow in the darkest corners of your body? We're all a little broken here, how could there possibly be anything wrong with that? We have all obtained the capability to mend eachothers torn apart shreds. But what we never consider, are the people whose tiny lost shreds are too damaged to peice back together. The ones that have fallen into the gaping cracks instead of rising from them. The growing number of people who have lost hope in themselves, in humanity, in the reason they were put here in the first place. These are the forgotten ones. These are the people like me. The people who are spending their lives feeling shattered, the ones living with jagged edges.

Lost in the shadows of the past, we crumble. We're like the stars. We are always there but you can only see us when the sky is so black it's almost thick yet so clear.

It only took one short week for all our worlds to suddenly collide. I know it was for a reason. I know because of the aftermath of it all.

Isn't it peculiar how four complete strangers from such seperate worlds could suddenly become your life support? Even the least expected people have secrets buried deep inside themselves. They wear a beautiful mask every day, they have no other choice. They use it to cover the fact that they are no different than us. Not completely shattered but just rough enough to cut someone if gotten to close.

We never wanted to be someone in the spotlight, just merely someone. Life definitely doesn't come a fairy tale ending or even a clear guideline but with the right people, maybe just maybe, we can all have something greater than any fairy tale, a real fighting chance.

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