why does it happen like this with every paper? Why does my life has to pass before my eyes each time? This time, I can actually find nothing to be sorry about. Still there is this stir of emotions. I am almost ready to take the blame for anything that will not go right, just so that I do not revolt, and scream and get angry. God forbid I get angry. I just never get angry, never _really_ get angry, and illogical. Never.
It would affect my image.

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