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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><em>Have you ever met someone and thought if how perfect they were? Looking at them and it just makes your heart happy and you're like yes this is the perfect person for me. Then again you look at the times and it is not such a good time. I always wanted that kind of connection with someone. I wanted to be with someone who was perfect in my eyes. It was rare to find such a thing it was like close to impossible because then you would have to assume that they were perfect and no one else was perfect.</em></p>

CONSEQUENCES