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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

Pain...people hate pain. It makes your heart ache and you can feel it at the pit your stomach. Pain is something that tells you ,you deserve so much more. Something that tells you whatever you settle for does not mean that is the hat you deserve.

Pain is a part of our bodies that loves us...but then why did it hurt that much.

If you had asked me a month ago how I would have reacted to this moment I would have probably said ,"I won't talk to him again"

It was like I was not in control of my body,I slapped him...someone would have said he deserved it but after I did that I started to think that he really did not deserve it.

48.Pain.