Prologue

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I was once known to all humanity, as a outgoing attractive seventeen year old. Someone who was a believer in all things good. But now all i can think about is villions. How they invade your body, how they numb the organs, and harvest and carve the human flesh. I used to not believe in things like this, but now i do. This is how i got forced to become a product, the expirement of what i am believing now. A process which is called the reaping hour.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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