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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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3. Chapter 3.

I walk into my room, grabbing a notebook of things I've written. I walk out of my room and downstairs into the basement. I walk over to the piano, lifting the lid as I sit down on the bench. I open my notebook to a song and place it on the stand. I stretch my hands before allowing my fingers to settle on the keys. I begin to sing as I play the keys on the piano.

Skies are crying, I am watching, catching teardrops in my hands.

Only silence as it's ending, like we never had a chance.

Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?

You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am, like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper.

You go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground, like a skyscaper, like a skyscraper.

As the smoke clears, I awaken, and untangle you from me.

Would it make you feel better to watch me as I bleed?

All my windows still are broken, but I'm standing on my feet.

You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am, like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper.

You go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground, like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper.

Go, run, run, run. I'm gonna stay right here, watch you disappear. Go, run, run, run. Yeah it's a long way down, but I am closer to the clouds up here.

You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am, like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper.

You go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground, like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper.

My fingers settle on the keys one last time, only barely touching the keys. I sigh as I remember why I wrote that. The day that Harry's attitude changed on me and he became violent towards me, I wrote this song, wishing that things would one day be different. Things haven't changed yet.

I blink, allowing the tears that formed in my eyes to flow down my cheeks. My head lands in my hands as I begin to uncontrollably cry.

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