Ashamed

I stared back at my complexion in the mirror, looking at the dark bruise by the side of my eye. I used my finger to touch the bruise , I winced in pain regretting why I touched the wound...I screamed and hit the glass mirror with my fist. I didn't care about the pain and blood dripping from my fist all I felt was anger and resentment towards her..I hated her with so much passion and as I stood there in the middle of the shattered glass I knew I can't escape.. NEVER...
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