She took ahold of every mirror she beheld in her house, and had rid them.
Broke every one and threw them out, she had started going out more in order to distract herself.
She started becoming desperate for compliments in order to made make herself feel better about her appearance.
She threw that makeup mask on her face yet again, squeezed on her heels, and pulled herself tight into that velvet red dress.
She satisfied herself temporarily, her ego low as a tide at dawn.
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القصة القصيرةI should've treasured love while I had it. ▬▬▬ Cover Art: Me ▬▬▬ Cinta is Love in Malay
