Breakdown at a Starbucks

My mind is recounting the event. My breathing gets heavy. I feel like I’m hyperventilating. My face feels hot. I feel like running away. Tears run down my face and hoping the people around me don’t take notice. I remain seated. Even though I want to pack up my things and leave, I stay. I can’t help this feeling. Why, oh why did this happen to me? I try not to hate but at this moment I feel hate towards the people who damaged my soul as a child. IT WASN’T MY FAULT but why do I feel so guilty and ashamed? Shouldn’t the culprits be feeling this way? Breakdown.

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