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julissa stood there, eyes dry and her make up done. her face was glowing pimple free, smooth and shining. her eyebrows was made as well, to a precise angle. all this make up that was done prettily should've light her up at the very least...
but she was not happy.
she takes a glance at the mirror one more time. her own reflection, at the mirror. she looked at herself from every edge, every angle. i don't want to do this anymore. she thought to herself, holding the lipstick tightly as she looked away for a second.
and not even passing a minute of caking her face; her mascara got wet. the poor girl was crying. black lines painted her cheeks.
but why? why would a person with amazing make up be so sad when it's finally the day of their acknowledgement? the day to finally show their talent. that they have the talent with the glitz and colors; the gloss and creamy substances. why can't she feel happy to finally be recognized with her talent for make up? just why?
