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 Disbelief. No other word could more accurately describe the feelings churning inside me, as I stared bewildered into the bathroom mirror, the iridescent light beaming onto my young face. At 16, I was facing a nightmare. Only, I wasn't dreaming. This was as real as life could be, but I wasn't ready to confront it. My mother was dead. She had died the night before. I found her half naked, transparent, and lying in a small pool of her own vomit. Now, I was standing there, making futile attempts at applying black mascara. Every bit being washed away, as a stream of tears rolled down my cheeks. With each heartbeat, I drifted further from my d

There's the fighting And unspoken tears. Living around, our deepest fears. Questioning the meaning of life, carrying on, despite our strife. Internally, a battle rages. Wrangling through, Emotional cages. Battling to be, What those around us see. Battling to be, Free.