Foreword

[ There will never exist "perfect" as long as the human breathes]

{ There will never be "unique" as long as society exists and the word "fit in" roams through our tongues}

●There will never be a me as long as others surround my life●

There will always be us, but never "we"

She wildly grinned as the contents on the wrinkled notebook page vanished, decomposing into smoke, hugging the air she shortly took, consciously inhaling her words, her grief, once again a cycle was sealed.