Prolouge

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Prolouge

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The stars are but mear faces of those that people have loved, and lost. Those who shall be remembered for forever. There lives were happy, filled with glee, and luscious cupcakes. Or perhaps tacos. Either way, it would make them jubilous. They didn't fight their way to happiness, break away from the depression of being a monster. But I did, and for that, I will not be in the stars, if I ever die that is.

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