A woman by the name of Lucy looked within the mirror, that was cracked from many punches from her scarred and shaking fist.
The cracks themselves reminded her of arteries that she had sought, but somehow every razor cut had gone astray and missed.
She gazed into her eyes and it had come as no surprise, to find mascara trails that smudged her face from bitter fallen tears.
And once again she stood there, with another coming breakdown. And this mirror was the only place where she could face her fears.
A smiled came from nowhere, and it brought with it an overwhelming urge to fall apart and let the darkness in again.
Lucy held her head in hands, but nothing now could stop her as she felt herself disintegrate within her world of pain.
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