Reflection

Her sparkling eyes told a different story. Her hair was toussled and frayed, her shirt ripped at the side enough to show a patch of skin with tiny brown dots. Her hands wavering and fingers trembling. Her collarbone prominant than before and pulse radicating through her viens. Her sparkling eyes told a different story; calm and serene. Yet they held the world in them now, no longer searching. The mirror always spoke truth.

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