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she thought, that being wounded is how the world is supposed to be, she thought it is her own fault, that she cannot shine, so she pretended she can. standing with her mother who does not love her and above all is also dead, she were wondering why this stunningly clever and blissful woman cannot feel anything for her, but guilt. maybe new skin will do the job, maybe she needs something borrowed, something old and something new |