He thought his life was a pain, she knew her life was a pain. What happens when your thoughts and intelligence collide? Will your end come out right... or wrong. Since the age of 7 my head has held an abundance of things. 1 Million and 1 thoughts. That extra thought leaving the number to identify as uneven is the only thought that has me living. The thought of hope. "It's all gonna pass by, everything is gonna be fine. Don't do it or you'll miss out. You wouldn't be able to laugh again even in the rarest chances it holds. Don't do it because it... hurts." Psychically and mentally I've gone through with the weight of hurt but the voice in my head tells me that that type of hurt is the most unbearable. So I held out...... She was already broken when I found her but she glued all the pieces together creating a mask. I was one out of the millions of fools that did not see the mask she put herself in. That was until he broke it... I broke it. Was it not deserved, she started it? So I continued, every little piece I saw I shattered. That became my lifestyle. I was never to love but only hate, for I will never love. But doesnt everything change when you finally listen to your mother and decide to open a book. Though she never warned me about the books that are just not meant to spike one's interest, books that take the horror of your life and enhances it, a book too dreadful to be real. And I was one to talk about dreadful. (Prologue)
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