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One week. For a whole week he had been with me, heard me cry, comforted me and held me when I did not know where to go. I looked tired of myself sitting on the edge of the bathtub and looking at myself in the mirror, I still could not really smile, I but I did not just want to lie down and longer either when I sat there in his bathrobe that was too big on me and stared apathetically at my own reflection, I did look awful, I looked even worse than that now, I had my hair in strips because I did not even wash them and I sighed at the big shadows that was almost burned under my eyes and I had got a sunken face, it felt like you could almost see in me that I did not want to be with anymore, that the hope in my eyes was gone. I had promised that I would swim but I just sat here and wat
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