Prologue

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I feel so lifeless. Like I'm missing a center. Everything inside me has been torn out. I feel hollow.

She sits there, on her bed. She's trying to tell herself she's worth it. "It's a phase everybody goes through," she mutters aloud.

She continues to sit in the deathening silence. The lightening and thunder crackle on. The rain pounds on the windows. She sits there motionless, none of this bothering her.

She's lost the will to live.

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