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40. Coward

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I stood frozen in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection I had come to despise.
My backโ€ฆ a canvas of scars. Each mark burned like a cruel reminder that no matter how hard I tried to smile, no matter how much I forced myself to move on, the truth would never leave me.

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Writer | Dreamer โ™ฅ๏ธŽ Ink, passion, and a touch of darknessโ€”stories that stay with you. ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ“–"