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Have you ever question yourself if why I am here?
Thinking, is there really a purpose why I am still alive?
Why does I have to live in a world where things is in chaos and pain.
Well, this is me. This is my story.
-3113
The protagonist in this story is named as Alexandra Madden or known as 3113 or Ezar. She has been living in her life with full of question without getting any answer. But, suddenly... something happened that gives her the answer she was looking for. It is the answer that open her eyes with tears and acceptance, including the people surround her.
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