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every time, without fail, i would react the same way. i’m never strong enough to stand up for myself. my reaction, is that of a weakling. tears. frustrations. but not a voice to stand up for what i want or think.

times like this, i wish life would end and i could leave all this behind me. alas, i’m but a weakling. so i continue to live on in this facade of a life.

life is never worry-free. is it?

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