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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.

<p>I often asked myself that. I had no idea what it was. Everyone had there own opinion on what it was. Was it an emotion or was it the actions that someone did . Maybe it was emotions. When you were in love with someone you would do anything to make them happy. Love was dangerous because sometimes you would do something that hurt yourself just to make them happy. Was that even okay? In my own opinion love was supposed to be the most purest form of emotion. No one wanted to struggle in love. Everyone wanted something simple. I wanted to look at someone and feel contented. Someone who held me and I could literally feel the emotions rushing in me.</p>

65|Love