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She wrote furiously with tears streaming down her face.

"I fùck things up."

Tears began to splash onto the paper, smudging the ink.

"I fùck things up.

I don't know why or how but I do.

Sometimes I fùck things up so bad,

they can't be fixed.

So it is an irreversible fùck up.

I am an irreversible fùck up."

She lay her head on her arms and began to sob.

Her cries unknown by laughter and the music outside.

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