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Dara stared at her cream colored ceiling still thinking of things. Her head unconsciously tilted to her side and her gaze fell on the pink heart frame on her night stand.
She pushed herself up and grab the picture frame, settled it on her lap and trace her fingers on the figures in there.
Her fingertips trailed towards his forehead….eyes…nose… and lips….
“why can’t I just throw you away huh?’ her tears started to flow down her porcelain face.
Then she smiled bitterly… a fake one of course, something she’s been doing for the past days.
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