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My throat felt scratchy and sore after crying for so long, only managing to let out small and strangled sounds now as I sat there alone in a bathroom stall, letting those tears run free.

Did I say that I hate Mondays? Well I fucking loathe them now.

I had no idea how much time had passed yet I cou...

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