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When I realized I was made of stone,
I cut a piece of myself to see if the stone could bleed,
And it did:
And the tremendous pain I felt pushed me to mania and madness,
Then the glow in my eyes was stained with black spots while my silver hair was shining under the bathroom lights.
I wanted to tear that image apart,
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