Stressful remarks contemplate her naked body as she goes up the stairs to the second floor of her small apartment. Her painful looking eyes were swelling with feelings of solitude. Her pale skin was tired and full of pain. Her thoughts were simple, she just wanted love, she just wanted freedom and peace of mind.
She felt that she was being forgotten by the closed people that knew her, and her biggest secret: "Her love life." Only few of those people close to her knew her that well. Those eyes of wisdom and experience were only a cover to a lonely soul yearning for real affection. She faked her smile, she faked her life, and she faked herself.
What else was there to fake? The truth of it all, was that this soul was just another person who was not "perfect".
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