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She stood there in the public library, undistracted by all the hectic morning activity taking place around her. It was as if she was in her own quiet isolated world. She stood confused, trying to pick just the perfect beauty magazine. She needed more reasons to feel unwanted. She needed to hate herself.

It wasn’t her tainted beauty that appealed to me from a distance, but it was rather her apparent weakness.

That night, she came back home in the dead of night. She had obviously lost track of time drinking her hours away. She broke into a smile as the ground underneath her danced in circles; it was good to feel alive again.