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I abandoned my previous life.
I gain.
I lose.
They leave one by one.
The people.
The life I have built then.
Crumbling down now.
Liberating.
The air is cold though.
I might die.
But I will not go back.
I learn more about myself.
Shedding the layers of my soul.