"They look cute!"
"No thanks.."
Saleswoman desperately walks away.
...Again.
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It was a colourless evening. The type that seems to smother you every time you breathe. The light on my vanity was too bright. My tears seemed to know no gravity. My face exposed to it's reflection and there I sat. My head felt like chimes on a store door, I was being drained by the own girl I saw.
I felt no pity, no love. So much hate. I only missed who I was, who I used to be, and who i wanted to become. I needed a miracle to keep going...
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" How about these?! " Exasperated, the saleswoman almost whimpered.
As I took the vomit green glasses from the palm of her sweaty hand, in that moment I realized that she was the only one who had ever come back. Even after I turning her down.
" Thanks.." I mumbled. And i almost meant it.
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Teen FictionStruggling with minor depression, anxiety and low self esteem, the story is about the journey of acceptance and learning to overcome.
