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It's so hard.

I have to keep steady,

To be firm.

The poor girl. My friend.

I made her leave the circus.

I burned the net.

Me.

Disgusting me.

They all fear me.

I cry so much, Mother.

They don't see. They don't know.

I cry and cry.

And I lift it from the drawer.

It's cold. But the finest gold.

A bold red ruby fills the pendant's center.

The necklace.

My birthday necklace.

From Lady Tao. From your tea club.

It's pretty for a pretty girl.

Not ugly me.

Just a lost soul. It torments me.

I pull, it feels sharp around my ugly neck.

Too loose.

A knot. Much better.

The hot tears come flowing.

End this life with a final pull?

I can't. Too weak. Too scared.

The red welts stay. Red as a ruby.

The armor will hide them. And hide my sorrows.

I hope I don't cry tomorrow.

I hope Ty Lee doesn't look at me.

Its in the trash.

That damn necklace.