October 22, 2007
The contents of her stomach spill into the reflection of herself.
She grimaces at the disgust of her face.
the look on her face is oure hate.
The cool tile floor presses against her, forcing more out.
She hates herself but yet she is still there staring at herself.
The disgust of what she had just done reminds her of who she is.
She distastefully leaves the room...

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