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the insipid, yet guiltily mouth-watering smell of junk food consoled her in her sorrowful–no, depressing state. knees up to chest; head full of autonomous thoughts that didn't seem to go away.
her apartment was deserted, with the exception of her presence. she had missed the photo shoot that had been scheduled for that day–the strength she was desperate to find within her self was buried deep underneath the self-loathe and hate.

but why?
she was pretty, wasn't she?

so pretty, she was surrounded by negativity, as positivity practically repelled her–envy and jealousy.

but being pretty just wasn't enough anymore.

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