Preface

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 Dying, some of us who have lived to tell, will say that time stops and an unnoticed life becomes purpose driven. I have only experienced hesitation in the pendulum once, it was beautiful, a timeless hour where even my most illogical thoughts were like glass.

My seventeenth birthday, for most it is a moment to reflect childhood memories and look forward to

the transition into maturity, but for me it was when I realized how different I truly was from the person that stood beside me, from all of the other people in the room, from all of my high school friends, and most likely from every person on this planet. At that moment, I was very alone in my thoughts. As I splashed water over my face from the bathroom inside the restaurant which held my guests---- my heart raced.

It's a funny thing how one's mind reacts under pressure in a moment of fear, when thought should be its hardest process, it will run wild. The riddle had began to solve itself and suddenly the normalcy of a life that I had once lived seemed a distant memory as it flashed before my eyes, a cold chill ran down my spine while the small mirror defined who or rather what I was unquestionably becoming. 

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