Day 1: Morning Part 1

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7:15 am:
A high pinched shrieking filles my ears as my eyelids flutter open. I slowly sit up it feels like it takes every ounce of energy to do that simple task, I reach over and turn off my alarm clock. After completing this simple task my body goes into some sort of hysteria my breathing quickens, my hands shake, my head pounds, tears fill my green eyes as the realization hits that I'm going to have to do that all again. I can't do it but I have to, I have to make it through this day and the next and the one after that and so on. I climb out of bed and get ready for school.

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