one: the end

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I gasped for air, the tears streaming down my face as I looked down at what I had done. This was all my fault. I could have done something. But I just sat there. That useless bitch they always told me I was. And where had that got me? Here. Crouching over the bloodstained future that I could have had. The happiness that I could have known . The life that I miss...

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