Counting Stars
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I wanted to cry. But yet no tears came. I wanted to scream. But I had no voice. I wanted to walk but I had no strength. I wanted to yell at him and scream and cry about it all. But I couldn't.
Foreword
I could feel the air getting out of me as I watched in disbelief; tears ran off my face as I clenched the cloth tightly.
I was hurt none the less
But more than that I was disappointed.
I was disappointed because I was fooled.
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