black.

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mum's out when i get home.

i go to the bathroom to wipe off my makeup, and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

i look awful.

there are dark circles under my eyes
from my restless night,
black lines of mascara
snaking it's way down my cheeks
and my clothes are dirty.

i start to wash my face.

cold water
the icy shock washing away
any remaining sleep.

i look at myself.
still black.

i try again using mum's expensive cleanser,
but it doesn't work.

i scrub until my face is

rEd RAw

still black.

i look like i've come straight out of a
horror movie.

help me.

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