breaking point number one.

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breaking point number one,
i cried for an hour straight,
with no faults,
people walked by,
some ignored,
some asked if i was okay,
that was the first time i had truely knew what people meant by feeling dead inside,
i just stared at nothing,
as the hot tears fell,
and my sobs grew loud

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