her limit

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she was a glass vase. so breakable.

anyone was able to push her to her limit.

once that slap landed on her face, she understood that the world was truly unforgiving.

she was a glass vase, could easily be disposed and replaced.

her cries didn't matter to anyone, not to him, not to them, not to him, not to her own mother.

she was a glass vase after all.

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