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I'd wake up. Get on the bus. And sit quietly for the ridiculously long bus ride. Until...
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Everyone I've ever loved or cared about left. For the longest time, I had nobody. No one was there when I cried; No one was there when I was sick; No one was there when I needed help; Most importantly, no one was there when the incident happened.

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