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MORNING

She has woken up. It was an early morning. It was more painful, because she couldn't forgot the pain of yesterday. Little message, full of hate... Has ruined her yesterday's evening. She wanted to stop about it, but couldn't.

She was reminding herself again and again: she need to stop bullying herself in her mind. When nobody sees, nobody hears. It's so important. But she couldn't. And still don't. It's her battle now.

Be good to herself. If you think it's easy, you may be not really right.

Her battle in her head is the biggest.
She has seen it and was describing to a random person could be named friend many times. But without purpose to be healed. She was making excuses. It's harmful, but true.