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Soon enough the guilt was too much for her to handle that she cried. She actually cried

But she hid it

She hated being weak, why the fuck would she cry, she was so much stronger than this.

But what she hated even more was being such a dissapointment.

She hated hurting people, she didn't want them to feel the hurt she felt before.

One time she had enough of hiding it that she sat on a corner near her door and let everything out.

Hours passed and it felt like sconds to her. She had lots of things in her mind.

Her door bursted open and saw her with a concerned/angry looking face

"What happened?!" She demanded

"Im so sorry." She said and hugged her tight, "im so very very sorry"

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