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She stared at it with hollow lifeless eyes. Life's hardships had done a number on her; alone she sat by on her couch reflecting on the ghastly monster she had become. A mirror lay in her hand cracked and stained much like herself. The object that had once held such beauty was marred by years' toils and lay in an ugly form.

This is what she was now, as she observed the details of her face, that had once been a picture of exquisiteness and grandeur had now lost all charm. Her eyes were daunting and empty; her lips parched and cracked accompanied by dark lines and wrinkles on her forehead and face. To an average person the woman would seem old and mature; to a careful observer she would strike as a lonely individual who had ruined her life on her own. The loveliness and grace she once possessed were now replaced with heavy steps, the sweet laughter she was once fond of now replaced with a hoarse chortle laced with a throaty sound that could make anyone coil.

Does she regret her state? Does she regret the pain she caused many? No one knows, for it is her own burden that she must endure. Hurt, betrayal, misery was not foreign to her, she had seen them all, and survived, though now she wonders at what cost? She is alone and wallowing in her desolation, with no one beside her not even a loved one, for they had all forsaken her a long time ago.

She stared at the mirror once again; a gruff sigh escaped her lips, tears welling in her eyes. What had she done? Pushing everyone away, blocking all emotion and burying her heart. Had she really become that cruel? Her mind had always been a pit of muddled mysteries. Confusing thoughts had always plagued her mind and ruined her time and time again, and yet she won't stop; she is an uncontrollable force and cannot be stopped.

She looks at herself again. The cracks reflected her broken persona perfectly. That is what remained of her now. Broken shards of her soul were what remained making her bleed form the inside and yet no one to tend to such wounds. No one to heal them, mend them and take her pain away. She was alone and dead from within.

She looked at the mirror again expecting it to tell her how beautiful she still was, that those years had only enhanced her splendor, and that she was as radiant as ever. But alas, this was not a fairy tale and she was sentenced to be unaccompanied even to her grave with no one to neither mourn for her, nor sing sweet songs in her memory. This was her doom.

She looked again but this time smiled, she has been alone all this time, she is a fighter and now she must endure her last test on her own too. She is not terrified only saddened, but that is what must be done….

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She stared at it with hollow lifeless eyes. Life's hardships had done a number on her; alone she sat by on her couch reflecting on the ghastly monster she had become. A mirror lay in her hand cracked and stained much like herself. The object that had once held such beauty was marred by years' toils and lay in an ugly form.

This is what she was now, as she observed the details of her face, that had once been a picture of exquisiteness and grandeur had now lost all charm. Her eyes were daunting and empty; her lips parched and cracked accompanied by dark lines and wrinkles on her forehead and face. To an average person the woman would seem old and mature; to a careful observer she would strike as a lonely individual who had ruined her life on her own. The loveliness and grace she once possessed were now replaced with heavy steps, the sweet laughter she was once fond of now replaced with a hoarse chortle laced with a throaty sound that could make anyone coil.

Does she regret her state? Does she regret the pain she caused many? No one knows, for it is her own burden that she must endure. Hurt, betrayal, misery was not foreign to her, she had seen them all, and survived, though now she wonders at what cost? She is alone and wallowing in her desolation, with no one beside her not even a loved one, for they had all forsaken her a long time ago.

She stared at the mirror once again; a gruff sigh escaped her lips, tears welling in her eyes. What had she done? Pushing everyone away, blocking all emotion and burying her heart. Had she really become that cruel? Her mind had always been a pit of muddled mysteries. Confusing thoughts had always plagued her mind and ruined her time and time again, and yet she won't stop; she is an uncontrollable force and cannot be stopped.

She looks at herself again. The cracks reflected her broken persona perfectly. That is what remained of her now. Broken shards of her soul were what remained making her bleed form the inside and yet no one to tend to such wounds. No one to heal them, mend them and take her pain away. She was alone and dead from within.

She looked at the mirror again expecting it to tell her how beautiful she still was, that those years had only enhanced her splendor, and that she was as radiant as ever. But alas, this was not a fairy tale and she was sentenced to be unaccompanied even to her grave with no one to neither mourn for her, nor sing sweet songs in her memory. This was her doom.

She looked again but this time smiled, she has been alone all this time, she is a fighter and now she must endure her last test on her own too. She is not terrified only saddened, but that is what must be done….