Breakdown

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Each breath became more of a struggle as her sobs took place. The hot tears ran down her blotchy face and dripped to the pillow beneath her. She rocked herself, trying to calm down, and failing miserably. All her unhappiness seemed to decide to come out at once. Her mum stood in the door way with a pained expression on her face, before slowly turning and sauntering out the house; work was always more important.

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