Eleven

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I woke up to tears that had stained my skin, rushing to the toilet to rid off the liquid of shame. I caught a look of myself in the reflective sheet. I collapsed in a heap, scrambling back in fear. More than half my face was gone. And that half,









Looked exactly like the one that was painted on the mirror.

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