Chapter 9

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I was wothless. I saw how my members, once friends, were having fun, were happy together while I was just plain sad. Did I ever do something good in life instead of just breathing?

My "friends" took me to a party that night. I didn't want to go but they forced me, saying I should socialize. I felt so out of place there. I bothered people just by being alive, didn't I?

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