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I HATE YOU

I entered my room and locked the door behind me. My back slid down until I hit the floor, and I crumpled there, my hands clutching my dress as tears streamed down my face.

I cried, silently at first. "What have I done? How could I?" The words escaped in a broken whisper, and the tears poured out uncontrollably. I couldn't hold them back anymore. I didn't have the strength to pretend. I didn't have the energy to fight. Why do I always have to be the perfect eldest daughter? Why do I have to shoulder everything? Can't I just stop for a moment? Can't I take a break? I'm so tired—so exhausted.

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