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Hey, I'm talking to you... Yeah you! The person holding my story. I'm Janna. I do not exist in your world, but I am alive and kicking inside this book. Here is my message to you: I hope you feel my happiness and joy, my sadness and grief, and live with me throughout this story. I was tied to nothing but memories, built up in the form of a bridge with a very strong foundation, that was broken and which no-one could cross, not even myself. Anyone who tried would fall through that fracture into nothing but a pool of disappointment, and for those who loved me, an ocean of hurt. I was in my own entrapment. They say moving on is human nature, adaptation, survival, second nature. I believed in adaptation; my mind adapted to the amount of pain my heart was going through. I believed in survival; I survived, and I still believed in moving on, but how did one move on when the idea seemed like fiction? How could a person become whole again? I felt like I were a large mirror that had given a full, perfect reflection, and had crashed down and broken into a million pieces, then somehow managed to fit back into shape, but no matter how hard I tried I could never give a perfect reflection again. I could never be the same. Freedom is just a myth. ~ Lulwa Al-Sardi ~
