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 while the whole class were away, a friend of hers stays in the classroom to see a journal with tear stains on the cover.

she opened it and read the first entry she saw.

'and i have to act as if i'm okay. as if i can't feel anything while in reality, it really hurts.

i don't know but to know that i've been lied to. i've been lying to myself too. and i lied to others too.

i hate myself because why can i lie so easily?

why can i put a bright smile when i feel so dull. why can i put up an act in front of my classmates just so they thought they knew.

well, i am not. i am very far from that.

try to take my mask off and see the depressing monster behind it. see the girl who had lost hope. she is the girl who was tampered and felt so unloved. the woman who can't be moved. who can't trust anyone. who thinks she already lost everything.

i wish i don't feel anymore because it is seriously a lot harder.'

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