Uhhhhh, idk what to title this (sorry!)

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"I don't know, Okay?! I don't know! I don't know why I wasn't good enough! I don't know what I did wrong! I don't know why I'm such a fuck-up! I. Don't. Know." He cried out, finally breaking the facade that he'd so carefully maintained. He so badly wanted to just disappear, but he couldn't. So he pulled at his hair, and paced back and forth, stressed and upset. He was crying now, and mumbling multiple curses about how goddamned stupid he'd been. If he'd just payed a little more attention, then maybe Benjamin would still be there, throwing berries at him, and yelling "Catch it, catch it!" Just like before.

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