Author's note: I don't own anything, this wonderful world and the characters are owned by JK Rowling.
I just play around with them and add little things as I feel the need to.

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All these feelings inside. Unwilling to be worded, unwilling to come out, unwilling to be spoken. All these feelings inside, bottled up, inhibited, suppressed. Not a possible way for them to see the light of day. I want to scream. I want them out.

They feel so wrong to me, not my own. They are not me. I'm not like this.

Weak...

Pathetic...

I'm not this emotional. I'm the strong one, I'm the beacon in the darkness, the light at the end of the tunnel, the shoulder to cry on. I'm the one everyone depends on, the one that never breaks down.

Correction, the one that never broke down. Not until now.