Mainly Love

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Cynthia's point of view
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"My intentions? I don't know anymore. I guess to stay alive" I say again calmly

"Get your tea and get out!" She Says again, crying.

I quickly sprint to the drink aisle and grab one jug of gold peak tea.

She's standing against the wall crying when I exit.

I run to my car faster than ever.

I sit in the car and take a deep breath. I'm scared.

What has happened to the world? This girl.. frightened of a person? A person? Back then, we could walk around in a shopping mall, filled with hundreds of people. And feel safe.

People used to make us feel safe.

But one person.

One person looking for some tea.

Can make someone feel like their about to lose everything.

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I walk back into the hotel, the cold air  filling my lungs. It's a good feeling. A feeling of comfort.

The tea is cold against my fingers, and I am desperate to find a table to place it on.

I walk into the cafeteria, and it is hectic as usual. I assume it's about around the time from lunch.

I walk across the cafeteria to the back kitchen, my boots still clacking on the ground, reminding me of the girl. The girl and her mess brown hair. The thinness of her body. The paleness of her skin.

I try to shake the feeling of fear, fear that that will be me one day.
It's really easy to bury feelings. It's easier to feel the hurt.

I hand the tea to the cafeteria lady. She smiles a soft smile at me. Gratefulness.

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After a long day of work, I lay down on my bed. It's not comfortable at all. All I can think about is how. How is this my life. I always thought I would have something else. Something easier. Something nice.

I can't stop thinking about Kenya and her pregnant ass. I hate her and love her so much at the same time. But I mainly love her.

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