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There is something inside me that does not have a breaking point. The core of my being is not susceptible to vulnerability. There is a place in my mind made of steal. This is where no one will ever go. These are secrets that don't have words to tell. Something created this, some catalyst that forced me to become this. This is what my lovers and my loved ones will never know. This is pain you'll never imagine, crystalline and solidified into something monstrous. You have no idea.