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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.

Some people would do anything to be noticed and Soffie was that person.

She has this thing in her that made her want to be perfect and liked by everybody. The world did not work like that though. They always said that if your parents don't teach you something then the world would do it.

I wondered why people thought the pain was supposed to make you stronger. Sometimes all it did was destroy that hood person that you were before everything went to shit.

Everyone had a personality trait or something that they were trying to run from that made them who they were.

Sometimes the pain would make you completely shut down from the world. There would reach a point in life whereby you would be alone. No one was stronger than a person who could bear being alone.

PEACE