The depth of despair

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[Rahma's pov]

Day by day I became physically weak, my body was drained of it's enery and as much as I tried to pretend that I was okay, I wasn't and it was had not to break.

My health kept deteriorating, and at first I tried to hide it which I was doing a great job at till Ibrahim told my family about my diseases.

And I hated him for doing that, because now not only did I get heated glares from every single person in school but I received pitfull looks from everyone at home.

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