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I'm 16 again, feeling the guilt burden around my heart. I'm getting yelled at for something that isn't entirely my fault, and I can't help but cry. I feel the old bitter thoughts crawl into my conscious mind: Doesn't matter what good I do, it's always the disappointments that stand out to you. I know in an hour I'll feel differently, but for now, I feel 16. And I wonder if that part of me will ever go away.