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Everyday when I wake up, I see a broken woman in a garb of a iron. One night she was looking at a very pretty lady from far away and admiring her for how perfect her life looked but as you get closer, the cracks begin to show up. It is strange how we put up a show but the curtains are ripped, it is strange how everything is constantly falling apart and you can either be a respectful spectator or create a ruckus because either way you have started to slip.
One night I was asleep, I dreamed of math problems dancing around. This was the first sign of that calamity within me.
One night I woke up in sweat, I was my breaking point. I quickly had some water and went on a run.
The following morning was enlightening, I was numb. I felt a stabbing pain everywhere and then it started to slow down. The lights became brighter, the sounds faded. I wanted that feeling to last forever.