This is something I found in my notebook from a while ago...
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She stands alone in front of her bathroom mirror as the tears run down her face. It's the one place where she can let all her feelings pertrude out of her. As she washes her face, each tear is masked from the water cascading from the sinks spout. The heat grazing her cold skin gives her a good sensation. Every hair stands up and chills go down her spine. She smiles for a second with a sense of relief because in that moment of weakness, when sometimes all you feel is numb... She actually felt good. From there she moves to the bed where she can wrap herself in warm blankets and lay her head on her pillow and pray that tonight her thoughts won't keep her awake but will instead let her dream of being happy again...
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