Prologue

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Prologue

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"Look at yourself; are you happy with what you see in the mirror?

Look at yourself; are you content with what flickers in your eyes?

Look at yourself; are you cherishing your memories?

Look at yourself; is this what you have come to?

Have you come to a well; a well of bottomless sadness?

A treasury of lost hopes

A boulevard of broken dreams

An archipelago of unwritten poems?"

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"Slam the door, will you. Slam the door and turn the lock on the only people who have seen you for what you really are and accepted it. Close it shut and keep it locked. Raise your defenses and put up your walls. I dare you. In the end, all that will be left is you. "

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"Growing up isn't about looking for demons, under your bed. But realizing, that the true monsters lie inside of your head."


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It is when these words are spoken that all the knots that were once loose were tightened, all the broken pieces fitting together to form a beautiful mosaic. 

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