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And We All Fall Down

Little did she know, this was only the beginning. 

Many days, she pushed further than her body would allow.

    Living on a strict diet of her cigarettes and caffeine only did so much to keep gears going as she strived to show her worth. Though her performance warranted millions, she learned to survive on pennies and it began to wear on her. Her once bright smile dimmed as she smoked another cigarette to curve that hunger that gnawed at her. Her curls fell in ringlets down her face only to be pinned up and out of her way. Never again would she depend on the kindness of others. Through her short time navigating life on her own, she regularly dueled the bared teeth of this monstrous world. 

    Yet, she persisted. Not for power nor money, but for a promise she made to herself. Although her body fell into sleep from exhaustion every night, through the nightmares she still searched for dreams. Never giving up on her ambitions, she lit a match to irreparable bridges and drove on into another disaster. 

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