P R O L O G U E

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"She is far too young! You cannot continue what you're doing! I won't let you hurt my baby girl anymore, it's too rough."

"Keep your voice down, woman! She might-"

"Mommy! Papa! Uncle!"

"I told you to keep your voice down, and now she's awake again, you're a fuckin-"

"Oh! Hi sweetheart, please go back to bed. Mommy will be up to tuck you in, in a few minutes!"

"Okay! Thank you, Mommy!"

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Dread.

Sorrow.

Anger.

Hurt.

Pain.

Agony.

Grief.

All these words, yet you still haven't managed to describe the pain you experience everyday. But why did you even have to experience this pain, why you?

Was it luck, fate, or destiny?

No. It wasn't anything of the sort, it was wicked and vile what you had experienced...

But maybe...

Just maybe...

If you ended it, you wouldn't have to deal with this agonizing torture every day.

If you weren't born, you wouldn't experience this treacherous world... right?

Wrong.

This is growth, you're going to be stronger.

All it takes is time, giving up is not an option.

You got this.

I got this.

Only a few more years and you'll avenge them.

Slowly but surely, you'll get there.

So, never give up...

I must accomplish my goal, no matter the obstacle,

I must do it.

For her.

No matter what it takes.

I have to.

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