Voices - A Short Story
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"This is too much. I can’t continue this torture anymore. I look at myself in the mirror, frightened by my own appearance. Mascara stained tears kiss my cheeks as they fall to the floor, leaving behind a black residue that reminds me of the darkness that I have been in for so many years. Crimson tears flow from my open wound and down my fingertips, dripping onto the cold, hard floor in defeat."
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