Why the moon roars
I forced myself to get up, peeling my shirt off as I walked to the front of the half body mirror above where the reading desk in my room was placed.
I stared at my reflection with disdain, irritated at the sight. There were tear streaks running from my eyelids to underneath my chin. I would've said to around my jugular area, but that would just be pushing my exaggeration. My eyes were red as well, and they had prominent eye bags, which I was coming to accept as a permanent part of my bodg at this point. Hell, you could even say it was part of my charm.
I didn't even look half the least presentable, and quite frankly, I didn't feel like doing anything about it. My hand gripped the back of my
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