F O R T Y - T H R E E

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a smile turn to a frown and tears start to flood the room

she stared at her reflection with her masscara smudged all over her cheeks

suddenly she felt ashamed so she broke the mirror

creating cuts on her wrist

droplets of blood fall and she love the sting




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