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a letter is written in blood. is it mine or yours? who did the guilt eat more; the one to blame or the one who blamed herself? we shouldn't want to look for the answer, but you still do. luckily, you've already found it. i am not a singularity, you can only try your best to make me feel small. someday i hope to grow up.
a woman is now standing where once there was only a girl.
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