I’m afraid of what’s going to happened to me, will I change? I’m afraid of what people will say when only one parent comes to greet me at school, or why I have to visit my mom or dad. Afraid of what I will do or become because these hours have only been increasing the pain, and the void. I‘m afraid of what they will do, or not do. I’m afraid.
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