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It is said that when you lose your life, your "most praised possession,", what you had flashes in front of you. What happens when you praise someone over yourself? ✵ "Why would you give yourself up like that?" Mama asked. I bit my lip to keep from crying like I had done all night. "He doesn't deserve to be in here." I whispered, hugging my knees as imagines of the boy I've come to love drown my mind. "And you do?" I nodded. "I lied Ma. I lied about being okay. I lied to myself about my feelings for him. I told you I made a full recovery after what happened, but I lied Mama. Everything still haunts me to this day. I can't let the boy that I love rot in a cell. Me... well, I couldn't really care. I deserve to." ✵ ⚠ Please read the opener before you start. Thanks ⚠
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