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It's freezing cold. Brush the hair away from my eyes. "Are you crying?" Does anyone every truly cry? I'm bound to faking emotions just to get by. I lost myself years ago to violence and chaos, now I'm just looking to get the lost golden girl back. Fall asleep with bruises and cuts and wake up with yours would healing and your eyes no longer sewed shut. Look around the room, pick out your new victim. It's a routine, a procedure. You're a doctor in the operating room. Switch views. You're a butcher in a meat shop. Switch views. You're a girl who has been beaten down and looking for revenge. Final view. You're a girl who got what she deserved.