| PREFACE |

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I wait for my impending death, a resigned smile spreading across my lips as I close my eyes.

        I am not perfect. I am not a flawless human being. I am unalike with every other person in the world, and that is what makes me different. I have uncountable faults, and no matter how much the world repeatedly tries to alter me into someone I am not, I am myself. 

        And that is what truly defines me.

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