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RAVAGED (Under Reconstruction )

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1...2...3 that's how it goes right? 
That's how it's supposed to go.... That's how it's always been. 

Now imagine if you are told that it's wrong, that's not how it goes, rather it's 2....5....1 or something completely different. 

You'd call it a scam right? 

That's how I felt when everything I seemed to hold on to since birth, started deteriorating..... Piece by piece.... Strand by strand.... It all felt surreal to me. 


But I won't let it..... This wall built won't go down easy. 


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Please this is my very first book........ever. I guarantee there will be typos, the story line may possibly stray. But I'll try my best to make it it worth your read


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