Prolouge

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Her smile can light up an entire nation, her beauty can paint a thousand pictures. Her freckles were like stars dancing on her face. But people took her for granted. They broke her beyond repair. She is now damaged. She is a dull knife that cannot cut anymore. She kept what you can barely call a heart behind many walls. "For no one could ever love someone with so many broken pieces." She said. The words as cold as ice.
This girls name was Violet.

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