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"You want some help?""NO" I cried, a little harsher than was intended. She nodded and left me alone with my words. The hardcover of my diary had begun to peel off from overuse. Passages edited and re-edited were strewn across the pages, sometimes with blue ink, sometimes with black. I clicked the pen against the edge of the page, deep in reverie.

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Darshana Suresh

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