prologue

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Maybe I could've saved my life before it crumbled to dust . Maybe I could've helped my mom more , maybe i could've killed myself so that my brother could live. But I didn't . So none of the maybes matter anymore because the maybes can't change the past . But now I'm the only wilted flower in a bouquet of fresh ones , I'm the black sheep of the herd and I'm the one storm cloud in the sunny summer sky. The light in my eyes disappeared a long time ago ... and I don't know how to get it back . This is the story of how I slowly built my life back together brick by brick because of one person...

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