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May 2014
Destroying your body seems to be no big deal...
Until your bones become hollow and you've forgotten the reason for waking up in the morning.
Your bones will deteriorate
and your body and mind become strangers
and the face looking back at you in the mirror seems horrified.
You can only stop to think "Why?"
Why am I so out of touch with myself?
And your bones will turn to dust while your mind and your body are being hung to dry from all of the damage you have done.
nominal
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nominal  23/F
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