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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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