III. The Self Destruction X

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my reflection showed a frail girl.
    A sad girl.
        A broken girl.
            A girl who would beg herself at three in the morning to hold it together for another day.
                A girl who was so damn broken she could not hold on.
The girl in the mirror was no longer me.

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