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swept in. I am worthless and I am nothing, Nesta nearly said. She wasn’t sure why the words bubbled up, pressing on her lips to voice them. I hate everything that I am. And I am so, so tired. I am tired of wanting to be anywhere but in my own head
But Nesta knew well how invisible wounds could be. How they could scar as deeply and badly as any physical breaking.