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They wanted her to ignore the pain... and she, she wanted the same... but the more she buried her thoughts and feelings, the more it all remained... And they, they hadn't realize how much strength she'd gain... It wasn't her esteem, it was the blockage, the damage done to her brain...that made her seem insane.
From feeling the tear drops, to hearing the fear nots, she slowly started to feel the shame...Late nights where all the same... but the more she felt alone it help strengthen her game. Depend on no one but God. ~Paula Rider.
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