Today was just another day, she could slip through the cracks and not be seen as she really is.

Every curve of her smile shows people a truth; a fake truth. Her squinted eyes and titled lashes with blue eyeliner and shimmering gold eyeshadow bring a brightness, a shine to her aura. She sits and laughs coquettishly, sliding her hair behind her right ear. Her arm hides the numbness behind her eyes. Their bright green crystal reflection never shines away. Her right hand cups over her cheek and lips trying to feel the heat glide across her palm as she breathes.

Nothing.

One more moment she hides.

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