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Why am I so fragile?

I pretend to be a strong individual, but inside I am a lonely human creature.

It happened again yesterday . . .

It came out of nowhere. I didn't even think about it.

I sat behind a glass table and turned on the computer.

I started crying.

And it continued.

In the morning I woke up pale, exhausted with puffy eyes. Because I couldn't sleep well, I was so powerless, I couldn't even get out of bed.

I could pretend to be ill, but the next day I have a big test from maths. I could not afford to not come on the lesson taught by that old evil witch.

That night my soul broke.

It has shattered into a million fucking pieces.

I'm weak, so weak.

And weak individuals usually do not survive in our society.

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