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You are
nothing and you're afraid you won't ever feel a thing anymore.
That is when you start to cry those stripes that burn your cheeks. It's
when you realize that you still can breathe like your lungs are going
to explode. Your blood is still sliding through your veins and now you
know how it really feels like. Now you are sure that you don't need
anybody to love you, because first of all, you have to give up, to
touch the bottom and to cut off you mental laziness to become someone
dignified to yourself.
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