Literature
A Broken Girl.
One minute, everything is fine.
I'm happy, smiling, not a care in the world.
Then it that sunshine is clouded with dark thought.
I scream in fear, fear of myself.
I can't take it.
I pull my hair in frustration, hot tears filled with pain and remorse racing down my cheeks.
I stare into the mirror.
The broken girl reflected stares back at me.
What once was a girl full of life and love, now an empty shell of a person.
Her face is guarded, but all the pain of betrayal and broken trust reflects in her brown eyes.
The last time she stood here, she held a bottle of pills in one hand and the shards of her heart in the other.
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