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You’ll probably never believe my story. Its one of those that simply doesn’t make sense, you know them, I’ve read them too. You might also get bored by its simplicity or just how much of a cliché it is, but still I’m writing this for myself. I think that maybe if I expose my self to the public, it might reach at least one empty soul. Or maybe its better if I say, one who thinks has an empty soul, just like I used to. Or maybe I still do. Just read my words and determine the rest yourself.

I’ll call myself Kai. Probably all I’ll reveal from each persons real name are the initials. So I’m Kai. I’m not exactly someone you’ll call “loner” since I do have many friends which I love and cherish. But this is not about them, it’s about me and how sick my mind became once I got hit by something a little less like love.

I was sixteen back then, almost seventeen. But the first chapter will begin before that. When I started feelings those hints of that something unknown back at an old party. I say something small began that day, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Just wait till you read it and you might come up with some conclusions. I know I already have.

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