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Entry 2: Caged
The truth was, I despised anger. Not that I didn't get mad myself at times, but I wasn't the type to blow-up. Instead, I was the wounded girl who cried when no one was looking, and it had stemmed from growing up in an unpredictable and somewhat volatile environment.
Aug 22, 20252 min read
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