How It Used To Be

With tears streaming down my face, I run out of the room raising an arm so no one sees the makeup coming down like a mudslide. Everything at the party was too loud, yet so far away. I find myself standing in the corridor, my mouth ajar, body shaking. Face downturned, I walk around people, rushed to leave.

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