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Falling into a dark void, my life was no longer the same, my heart was withering every time I moved forward, tears always flood my room, only to realize that nothing was ever worth it. Distance between life and death, I died and lived at the same time, repeating an endless cycle, every step I took hurt, and I bled many times.
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