Prolouge

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I was running. Running away from everything. I need to leave. I need to escape. There are too many things. They're suffocating me. Hands grabbing me. Pulling me back down. Like a crab in a barrel, you make it to the top, the others force you back down because if they have to suffer, so do you. I never thought that I would be leaving because of this. I need to focus and run, just don't look back. Keep going. I'm alone now. Just me, myself, and I. Good bye.

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