When the door opend I look up from the TV. I see your face and my eyebrows furrow in concern. Hey, whats wrong? I ask you. You brush it off with an 'i'm fine'. As usual. I sigh in frustration as you brush off my concerns again. I'm so sick of it. I can't be there for you if you won't tell me whats wrong! In a bid for you to tell me something- anything, I blurt out: What are you so afraid of?? My voice comes out desperate and confused. I stand up, hoping for you to open up to me. (Continue)
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