"No", she replied.
I remeber standing there, dumbstruck, not knowing what she meant.
She poked me in the chest.
"You're not happy".
Burned.
"You're not fine".
Stung.
I shook my head, begging her to stop.
I remeber not being able to move as she spilled the truth.
Cut me up.
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