Crawling her thoughts in the crevices of her heart she died a thousand deaths every day, and those nights when she was in the company of her miscreant mind, she battled several torrid times. Yet every morning she woke up, put her make up, displayed a brave face and much against her wish she wore that ostentatious smile. And she survived

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