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... ack at me was nothing like me. My face was pale, my lips still slightly swollen, and my eyes... they were red and full of unshed tears.
My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t get enough air, no matter how hard I tried.
"Stop crying, you idiot. Stop crying," I hissed at my reflection, my voice trembling in the empty room. I roughly wiped the tears that had fallen off with the backs of my palms. "Stop being a pathetic bitch."
But the tears didn’t care about my pride. They k ...
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