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To be continued...Violet ran all the way home from Topanga's with tears running down her face as she couldn't understand her own feelings and it frustrated her as she unlocked her door and was surprised to find it empty. She looked around and saw no trace of Shawn or Angela as she ran upstairs to her room and let out a scream of frustration, "Why can't I be normal!" Upon reaching her room, she immediately started throwing things everywhere as she mentally and emotionally couldn't handle her feelings anymore before she sunk to the ground holding her heart as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks, "Love isn't real, is it?" she asked as she looked up with her eyes closed, she knew she wasn't going to receive an answer but it didn't hurt to try. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and felt her heart race as she thought about the state that she left the boys in, "They're going to hate" she cried as she felt rage course through her brain. Her hands left her chest and went to her hair as she gripped it and pulled it, "I'm the fucking worse. Change. I need to change" she said as her emotions started to spiral out of control. Nothing felt real to her as she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn't recognize herself and that scared her and sent her spiraling downward even more, "Change. I need to change" she said again, but this time it was as if she was in a trance as she continued to tug at her hair before smudging her makeup all over her face.
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