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Her red lipstick was smudged
At the corner of her mouth
As she gazed at her reflection
She was greeted by her own blank stare
Her hollow gaze
Her sunken cheeks
Making her pain so visible
Reminding her that it was real
She now knew there was no turning back
That beauty was in fact worthless
That she was dead inside
| I write to live and I live to write. I like plotting storylines in my spare time, and when I'm not obsessing over something I draw as well. |
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Espejismo, lava de moles
Vamos ya...
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