Prologue.

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She was like a little glass ornament.
Precious, cherished, fragile.
Loved in countless ways until that moment when you begin to see the chips and cracks that were being concealed for all that time.
Growing weaker and weaker over time unnoticed up to the point where she finally breaks. Her walls and structure torn down to leave her as a shattered mess on the ground. The remnants, fractures and shards remain with no attempt of help from anyone to fix the mess they knew they made.
Glittering under the light she laid peacefully. A beautiful chaos of sorts..
But still no one thought to do anything so they she stayed in that vulnerable place, exhausted and stuck in the purgatory of the unknown.

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