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The rain pelts through her window as she desperately tries to light her cigarette, eyelids swollen, tears spilling the only beauty she knows down her cheeks. The music from the radio hits her like the waves of nausea that hold her dreams. Her dreams that belong in the hands of another woman, whose hands are pale and worn with the years of experience that she will never understand. Her abdomen tightens, preluding the chorus of sobs that are soon stuck in her throat. She wants to scream. She can't. The hollowness in her soul dances with the screams, and the sobs, and the pain that she continuously chooses to shove into herself. She watches the ashes fly out the window into the rain, comparing them to the hopes she has held onto for far too long. She drives until she can longer keep her eyes open. She steps out onto the gravel that leads to the beginnings of her helplessness. The crunch under her feet resounding in her ears. The door opens and once again she is alone with herself. Alone with her fears. And like the cigarette that she casually tossed out the window, she throws away the night, and the screams, and the joy, locking the door behind her.