It always hurts.

First it’s a one off. You’re just not quite good at anything. He’s been busy and he’s angry.

Anything.

Nothing you do is up to standard.

You cry because you’re really trying.

“did I really try though, could have I been better?” the cry echoes.

For some reason I blame myself.

Physically, a few hands up is futile. I’d never go to the police so it’s a nomads land of what is appropriate.

Why do I feel like this?

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