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The floor creaks as I slowly walk
to the bathroom. The hair stand up on my arms as the door squeals as I open it.
“Shhh,” I whisper to m..
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It eats away at me, tearing away at my insides. Guilt. Regret. My mind races back to all my mistakes, what I could have done, what I did and where I a..
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