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Once I died, many years ago. But not in the way you think. I used to be a little girl who loved pink dresses and had a loud laugh. Now I hide my sorrows, smother them in leather jackets and too much eye makeup. But I have always wondered, how I ended up like this, like what happened to that little girl? How did my mind end up getting so fucked up? How is it possible to hurt this much?

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