Prologue

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And there I was. Up against a shipping crate. Staring the familiar face of death in the eyes. Bloody. Broken. Hurt. I'm counting down the milliseconds before the bullet reaches my forehead. I'm thinking about everything that led up to this. Every mistake I made that made me deserve this. As the bullet attacks my skin. I let out my last breath. And stare my dear friend, death, in it's heartless eyes

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