Prologue

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I felt the cool night breeze hit the side of my face as tears were dripping from my swollen eyes. I looked down to see my weak, skinny arms that were covered with scars. New on top of old. My emotions clouded my train of thought. " I don't deserve to live. I'm a waste of air and space. I'm unwanted and not loved." I thought before I stood up on the edge of the balcony, preparing myself to jump. "Goodb-"

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