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Rosalia R.
There's nothing I can do anymore...
I'm sorry.
You'll have to figure this out.
I know you can, just believe in yourself.
Please, Big Sis.
Try to understand!
I know it may be impossible, just with one word.
Beginning.
I feel useless.
Weak.
Guilty.
Ashamed.
I started all of this.
The bruises are spreading to everyone.
Everyone is dying...
It's my fault.
I want to scream.
I want to be able tell Big Sis what's wrong.
But I can't.
I'm not allowed to...
She gives me strange looks as I desperately try to explain.
You'll never understand...
My hope of saving everyone quickly slips away.
Like sand slipping through my fingers.
I feel trapped in a glass box.
One day...
I'll break the glass and free myself.