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I looked at the ground, wondering what to do with my life. All i could think about was the fear in her eyes. Why must life be so cruel? Why must it torture us like this, until our last days?

When I walked into my own domain, I found that the curtains covering the window where out of place. I then put them in the correct positions and sat on my bed. For some reason, I felt like dad was watching me with that evil stare of his. I turned my head towards the door, finding nothing.

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