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  • The door slammed behind me. My feet guided me to the stairs. Thoughts were running through my head making it hurt with an incredible amount of pressure.
    How could they?
    I have no choice.
    I have no voice!

    I wanted to fight, I wanted to scream.
    But I couldn't I couldn't say anything. I am going to become a robot.
    Please no, please no. I will never be the same!

    Water was flowing out of my eyes. The numbness in my face was starting to swell.
    There in the deep sky was a sun. In front of me were trees and flowers. There were living things all around me. I could taste my tears choking me as I gasped for air. I could smell something so very sweet that it was almost bitter. I could feel,
    but I was forcing myself not to feel.
    Tears were flowing harder now because everything around me was beautiful and I didn't deserve any of it.

    I didn't deserve anything.
    I needed to throw up.
    I couldn't feel anymore. I couldn't feel anything but a black hole in the pit of my stomach
    sucking
    everything down.


    Photography by http://ourbluestar.tumblr.com/
    Writing by Mikaela Konrad
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