An Author's Trashbin

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Flickering lights bounced across her face as it morphed into an expressionless visage. 

Her stomach churned with the beat of the roaring music and she stared off into the sea of silhouettes. 

Everyone around her was tinkering on the fine line of bliss, but she long ago fell off that tight rope. 

Her eyes hazed over with a gleaming film and her voice was stolen that night. 

What agony.