There were many days when she stared at the mirror, only to find a stranger staring back at her. It hurt most of the time, how the dentures across the right side of her jaw still protruded - or was it in her mind? There she was: her almond-shaped eyes, her taut figure, her petite mouth on that face. It was all hers, finally. Hers.

Like dice and dollars, they saw something in her. Something different in the ardent fervour which seemed to possess her entire being, something intriguing how much the desire of acceptance seemed to consume her soul, its flames still licking at the edges of her hardened will. And so they lifted her into the skies, where she blossomed in the castles of her sky.

Most of days it was alright and the spotlight was enough to cast away the insecurities haunting her fragile mind. But when the darkness came, so did the reflections; the reflections in the mirror, the reflections in her mind. She wore the plastic perfect; but what about her? She quickly wiped away her tears, tearing herself away from the persistent questions marked in her mind, assuring herself - "It's okay, it's okay. They still love me."

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Just kindof thinking while waiting for the downloads to complete. P.S. I apologize for the incoherence if any; brain's not exactly functioning.

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