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The dried crisp leaves had fallen signaling the end of summer freedom and the beginning of my autumn hell. I could feel the cold wind blowing harshly against my chapped lips.
I see a girl.
She looks familiar.
Underneath all that make up
And behind that facade.
There are pieces concealed.
Pieces of the girl I am.
Or at least,
The girl I used to be.