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The sterile smell and bright lights reached and flickered across every corner of the quaint hospital. Doctors and nurses running on little to no sleep were running the corridors as if they're life depended on it, well, someone else's. A dark-haired woman with sleek features and hair that trailed just below her back held onto her husband's hand tightly as she was wheeled towards the delivery room. The bags underneath her eyes were not very noticeable, her usually calm face beginning to turn a darker shade and her long brown hair now tied up messily in a bun as sweat began to line her forehead. It was half-past midnight, an early winter morning before anything happened. The doctor entered the room, and the cries of a beautiful baby girl were soon heard throughout the delivery room. Innocent and untainted by the world she had just been born into, she was just minutes into the world, but it was as if she already knew, her life would be a hard one.
-December 4th,1996
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