Prologue: The Blue Eyed Boy

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  I had always thought the concept of the words was strange. Even now as I look at my empty wrist, the concept baffles me. Once, there were words, printed as if they had been stamped by the ink of misery. The words of a soulmate. My last words had been said, and I was the only one with naked wrists amongst my friend group. This is the story of the blue eyed boy and where my words went. Where his life ended and mine carried on plodding along. Here, let me take you back to the beginning.  

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