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I'm not happy in this skin.
It hurts so much to live within. I hate the person I've become but what passed is past, what's done is done. I was reckless with my frame, I thought that life was just a game. I played with fire and I got burned. One more life's lesson learned. Now I wish I had more sense and not have to live this consequence. For me I have little hope, but I guess I just have to cope.
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