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This story is yours, culprit of my pain. Which one of us is asking for mercy?
You think weakness is a problem. I want to be torn apart by everything.
Humanity was born out of pain.
It was taking my misery. The thing I am most familiar with. The thing I rove into love.
Pain expanded my heart.
Language fails you and me.
I lament and lament the beginning until the end,
