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If I thought it would help, I would tell you how she sat alone in a room that wasn't even hers, crying. I would tell you the way that her makeup made black trails down her face and she smeared them with her fingers, just to feel the salty water burn her skin. If I thought it would help, I would tell you the way that she lay, contorted on the floor feeling the weight of the world pressing down upon her body, and enjoying the perception that she may slide into the earth, to be consumed by that which had turned her heart to malice. Her mind was spinning and she didn't know how to regain control of her emotions, or if it was even possible at this point. So she lay there, engulfed in a pain that knew no boundaries and she hoped, how she hoped that she had never put another person through this kind of pain.
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