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Turning into someone who sleeps all the time, is lazy, cries constantly, doesn't eat anything, and just wants to sleep.
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Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home
