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i remember when i first told him .. the words could barely come out my mouth. but once i started, i couldn’t stop. it was eating me alive. and at the moment i didn’t even know how to start it. just even thinking about the topic killed me, telling him that part of my painful past. i could remember myself looking at the floor, too afraid to look at him. i felt so filthy after telling him. i showed a bad side to me i didn’t want anyone to see or know. i remember when i did look up at him, i thought he would’ve walked away from me after that. but he was still there. i remember him standing there, looking like he was about to break down. his eyes filled with tears being held back. i remember looking down and seeing his hands curled up into fists. he didn’t say much. i remember him walking closer to me but i refused for him to come any closer. i didn’t want him to hug me or touch me. i remember telling him ’ i’ll break down ‘. he didn’t want me to go home alone so he walked me home. in that silence was relief and comfort. he told me it will be okay, and he understood. he never had judged me and still treated me the same. i also remember that, it was the first day i realized he did truly care for me. i needed more people like him.
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thank goodness, it was hot af in my school. no AC, the school was hotter than the temperature outside. adilasjdlsajfsfd, dude. that’s crazy . all 4 classes, for half an hour. yay, now im home with AC baby. woot, it’s hot.
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