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I stifle a sob as I look at the room around me, more than half of the contents of my room broken, various places on the floor of the space.
Why? Why does this always happen to me?
My lungs burn from screaming as loud as I can but I don’t care anymore. Screw the people who made me like this. Screw all of you.
You made me like this. You caused this. And there is no going back now.