Semicolon

My first Wattpad story:

Music-- The best word I've ever heard. I love the meaning of music, the way that a few people can sing a song for one reason to millions of people and the different people can understand and relate to one song with millions of different reasons. This is my reason.
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*FLASHBACK*
"I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!!" HE screams while roughly grabbing my arm. I don't understand what I did this time... I guess it's because he blames me for her death. "It wasn't my fault" I tell myself repeatedly in my head. "It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault."
*END OF FLASHBACK*
How could someone be so-so cruel and evil? I've tried my hardest to be good and not anger him, but somehow, some way, I always end up hurt. Tomorrow I have to go school and put a smile on my face that never reaches my eyes, and act like I'm not depressed and feel worthless, and that I'm not an anxious mess. But I am. I'm an anxious, depressed, worthless mess.