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My old skin was my home, I belonged to things that hurt. But I no longer want to suffer. My pain doesn’t make me unworthy, it makes me strong. Pain should be let as old skin. I shed it for new life. It is not easy, it is painful, it is slowly… But no way back, only forward, even through unknown. I see the light. I crawl toward it.
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