Random writing
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Here I was again, crying until the salt from my tears burned my eyes just enough to make them go red. I always hated when I cried, it wasn't even the crying part I didn't like, it was when everyone noticed how your face is all red, blotchy and your nose couldn't stop running. That's why the school bathroom seemed to be my only friend in high school, it was where I could cry without unwanted eyes starting at me, like those high tech spy cameras in movies, except less smart.
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