Loss smacked her like a whip.
She walked by mirrors and thought, what happened to me?
The girl I once had know had flown.
And slowly the demons had invaded and claimed the territory.
Making her seem putrefying inside and out.
And the mirror just threw the statement back and forth at her like a tennis ball.
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Short StoryI should've treasured love while I had it. ▬▬▬ Cover Art: Me ▬▬▬ Cinta is Love in Malay
