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They labeled me, created an image of sin I was ripped apart then constructed with an evil eye Lonely, changing into an adult No one walked beside me as the sin they called, protruded from my body While you grew slowly incredibly inside me, you gave me strength To construct myself in my image, ripping of the label they tattooed on my skin
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