Prologue
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"Loved you once shame on you, loved you twice shame on me." - unknown
I always had a fear of going home. Home as in "home". Home as in where you go when you die. Heaven or Hell. When I was a child I was taught that Hell was a bad place. But now, the lines are blurred. Now, what's left, is what's good for the heart, or what's good for the soul. Too choose between love, damnation, redemption. I'm choosing between what I want, or what I know is right. Should I choose what I know is right? Or what I want? God only knows....
