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Prologue

I could never come to grips with the fact that this was my life.

I could never come to grips with the fact that everyone and everything I loved was dead.

Because even though I had escaped the horrors of my past, I was still in the grips of those I hated most.

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What they say is true... You never truly understand what you have until you lose it all.

My life was great. I had everything I wanted, but most importantly, everything I needed... I never knew what thirst, hunger, and destruction was. I never knew that true pain and suffering existed. I never knew anything... Until my whole world fell apart before my eyes.

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This is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed here are fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

Hello. 😄 First of all, I'd like to thank TheModernPicassos for the cover which I think is beautiful. Any thoughts or opinions?

I don't think it's necessary to say this, but I'll go ahead and say it anyway... No copying ANY parts of this book. This book was written by me, myself, and I. Although it may not seem like a lot, I've put a lot of time and effort into this and DO NOT want anyone stealing my ideas!

Constructive criticism is welcome, but being plain rude is just well... PLAIN RUDE. If you don't like the story, you're welcome to walk away and go read something else. If you find any errors, I'll gladly fix them just don't go bashing the story for it.

I'll be updating about once a week.

Otherwise, I hope you like it.😄

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