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The pain


It was a cold winter day. I was on my way to school when the sun rose it was like fire set to the dark world around me. The cold air hit my face like sharp blades. The rain drops ran fell down like tears down my face. I sat on the bus alone like the usual. I heard the voices of others,but it was all a blur. I was in class zoning out. I felt the fear rise through me when the teacher touched my shoulder. No one understood me anymore. Thinking about him made me tear up. I found away to hide the pain. Till one day it all flows out.

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