It's 3am. I lie in bed, tossing and turning, like I do every night. I feel like crying, screaming or laughing, but instead of deciding which, I just keep my emotions bottled up and worry, just like I have since I was 6. "Wise beyond her years" they said. The reality is that I was just completely terrified (and still am). There's a big part of me
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