All the pain of the salt in my wounds, the suffocating self-censorship I can't control, it seems like I was born to suffer this blue hell where the drowning never ends. Perhaps the role of observer makes empathy impossible, but you should know external things hurt but my biggest pain is being chained by myself, trying to break my own ties and only get more harm Is what makes everyone's life miserable, understanding the weakness of ourselves and fight on this lost battle of self-liberation... Because that's it, that's the real harm of the Cuts of Existence.

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