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"Shatter me," I cried. Please, I'm begging you. "Break me," I commanded, demanding death with certainty of need. "Hurt me with your passion. Take me, don't ask for permission."
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And abruptly another part of me came forward, my voice changing pitch and tune: "Honor me, care for me, see me, see the truth behind all the lies that I've told
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