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Thank you for being in the beginning, and now the end. Do not flip out, this is simply BOOK ONE!

I want to thank everyone who trusted me and read. They supported me and would always make me laugh by them merely existing. I want you to know, even if you didnt comment alot, that I appreciate that you read this. As the numbers go up in the rankings, I really cannot believe that people would love what I do.

To people who said this was their favorite book. Thank you so much, I have never been told that EVER. This is my most successful book ever, my book before was a zodiac book and was deleted but this even beats that. I try to reply to everyone's comments but I don't get every notification! Thank you so much for the adventure you all have supported me on.

I can't believe I'm making a series! Book 2 is called The Stars In Our Eyes.

And I will end this book in my favorite poem.

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Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

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And...

Until we see each other again...

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight.