Prologue

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It was a corrupt society.

We were separated by rich and poor. The poor were separated by male and female. People living in such poverty they couldn't even put shoes on their feet let alone food on the table.

And if you were a shelter kid, forget it. Once you turned eighteen, it was all over. You gave your body away without any choice and your life was no longer yours to live.

But if you ask me, life didn't exist. Not in a world like this.

But no one ever questioned it. This was our government, our society, our world. It was all we'd ever known and all we'd ever see. Once you're in, there's no way out.

But I will escape. I will take my life back.

Even if it kills me. 

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