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“During the day I would move my body to the rhythm that only I could hear. I would try and connect with everything in my surroundings thinking that it somehow connected to who I was and was secretly sending me messages about what was in my soul.”

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Book:Snowflake Obsidian: Memoir of a Cutter
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