I was pretty, until I saw it coming, I saw the countdown. Zero time has come. I started destroying all the pretty things that I was and, I saw myself giving up on the things, I was holding tight the most because they made me who I am, they made me! When I used to face troubles with resistance, I used to call myself for the rescue. Now, that myself is getting demolished, now that myself is getting gone, who can I call for the rescue! I am indeed in need to you. Help me out, take me out!
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