She looks in the mirror, catching her eye. Pushing the heavy bulk of curly hair she examines her face. She doesn’t like the way she looks. It's not the shape of her face she dislikes, or the size of her nose, it’s the vacancy behind it. Deep inside the folds of her mind she knew it; she was gone. All that stood there looking back at her in the mirror was a shell of what she used to be.
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