His face was two inches from mine. He was screaming at the
top of his lungs. His words bit into my being and stung
without remorse... I was told I had a weak mind. It went on
for an hour and a half. I considered walking out, but that
wasn’t my style. I would meet the challenge. I would not
break. My voice might waver, but I would stand strong. And I
did.
What I did not realize was the price I would pay afterwards.
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