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Unwanted Apology
I lift myself off the bed, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. There’s no way I’m showing that face to the world. I’m going to mask myself in confidence. I’m the person, that doesn’t take anyone’s s**t. It’s time to let everyone know that this hasn’t changed. I decide to get my things ready first. I don’t want to throw everything together, when I’m already running late. It’s Thursday. What’s my schedule again? I start sorting out the notebooks, suddenly feeling something sharp cut against me. “Ah!” I exclaim, pulling my hand backwards. I check my finger, noticing blood gathering at the tip. What the hell was that? I suck on it, while carefully pulling out my notebooks to check what cut me. When I see the tiny box, lying at the bottom of the drawer, memories come flashing back. This
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