"everyone says i'm so strong, that i'm powerful, and i don't know if i can hold it up for much longer."
"you're allowed to feel any human emotion in the book."
i looked up with dry eyes, unusual and no longer threatening to spill over as i choose my next words carefully.
"i think i'm just sick of feeling."
i shut the door and brace myself, but no tears come.
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ampersand
Puisia collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
