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"I was in constant pain, With no gain, I wanted relief, but with no belief, I started hiding it." "Thus i drew some lines on my body, Until it became a hobby, It helped me to hide, As I cried, Nothing seems to be bright anymore." "Couldn't find happiness, Falling into a deep delirious, All I see in the darkness that bounded me are, My Wounds..."

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