Mirror
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Eva looks into Elaine's eyes, riddled with lies and deception, she let go of Elaine's hand, a single tear trail down her makeup stained cheeks, she screamed in agony of loosing someone she thought she had, someone she had been looking out for Someone who mends her wound only to stab her right there, someone she trust with her whole life Elaine picked up the kitchen knife stabbing it into Eva's chest "we are just sisters, but we've always being a world apart"
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