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And I just stand there. My hand twitched into a fist for a moment, but other than that, I just stand there. After her first question, I felt cold; the kind of cold
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I got home. The rest of the day was nothing more than a blur through the frost that covered my eyes. Silently I road home. Silently I trudged into the house.
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Oh sweet pain! The blade is dull. I drag the knife across my skin, but I feel nothing. Replacing the knife over where my broken heart lay, press down harder.
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I'm glad I did not cut my arms or wrists. Not because I was afraid, but more because I don't own any long sleeved shirts. I hate questions. People prying into
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I get used to my new way of life.
Lying, charading, facading. All become a daily routine. I shrug questions and change subjects. It works on all but maybe -
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