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To the Reader, Have you ever felt alone? I understand that question may sound nonsensical. After all, who out there has not felt this way? I know I have. But, has it pained you as it did me? Left a void in your heart that could not be filled even with the distraction of good times? If this feeling has never reached you, then consider yourself lucky. I certainly would. Loneliness is a sort of hell, and I do not wish it upon anyone to experience such a hollow feeling. Life for me never felt that way before. I never knew what such an emotion could hold, until one moment changed everything . One dreaded moment, that not only altered my life, but my family as well. Again and again, I have tried to piece together what had been broken apart so long ago. I have tried to carry on in life, hoping to heal, but truthfully, nothing was the same. For any of us. That was until I met a man with hazel eyes and sandy brown hair who had been just as lonely and lost in life as me. They say love can heal even the worst of wounds, but would they truly heal? Or would this love only continue to lay damage to them?
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