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I ran and ran for ages. I didn't stop. I ran past fans, I ran past players, I ran past security; no one taking any notice. I felt invisible. I felt unwanted. I felt lonely.

I ran down a long corridor, into a toilet. There were a couple of girls in there that recognised me but they did nothing; completely oblivious to me, and I think they quickly left to see the match. I barged into the cubical and slammed the door, making sure it was fully locked. I sat down on the closed toilet, my head in my hands, my elbows on my knees. I let the tears roll down my face. I wasn't strong enough to keep it in any more. " I don't want to be here. There is no point for me being here. I mess uo everything. Every one hates me. No one will miss me if im gone" I mumbled to myself, Finally letting out the pain and acheyness of my life.

"I'll miss you." I heard in a little Welsh accent.

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