Azalea ♡ Z.M

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Azalea stood in front of the large pink framed mirror in her room. She stared at her reflection. Anybody else would've seen a beautiful girl with breathtaking eyes and a body worth envying. Anybody else would've seen a girl with the potential of a model. Azalea didn't see that. She didn't see beauty. She saw the reflection of a hideous monster. She saw the reflection of a person who didn't deserve anything. She saw a mistake. She saw a worthless piece of garbage.

She wondered why she was even put on this Earth in the first place. I mean, just look at her. She thought she was walking disappointment. She wasn't beautiful. Beauty comes from the heart and her heart was cracked like dry mud. It was broken. It was pulled at its strings. It was everything but beautiful. Beauty comes from the mind and hers was cloudy like the skies before it rains. It was scarred by irreparable wounds. She didn't think she was beautiful. She believed she was hideous. Undesirable.

A tear filled with pain ran down her cheek. She told herself to hold on. To stop being so dang weak. But she wasn't strong. Add that to the list of things she was incapable of doing. Azalea stared at herself as she crumbled in front of the mirror. She felt the weight of unworthiness crushing her heart, suffocating her lungs and darkening her soul.

Azalea was like a crumpled autumn leaf. Falling, falling, falling. Breaking, breaking, breaking.

So...yeah. Like the new story? I've been wanting to write it for the longest time. And no, the character in this story, Azalea, is in no way inspired by or related to Iggy Azalea. But anyways, hope you enjoy it!

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