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Vanity is what my Mother called the mirror resting against the wall.

She beat into me the ideals of beauty... till the marks reached down into my very core.

"Everything I do I do for you", became her flippant call-

To arms.

Arms the wrapped around my neck, smothering, calling me a whore's burden.

Lost daughter?

Who'll lay claim?

None, I was the offspring of a wicked witch she said.

I stabbed...

The blood dripped down and slithered onto the floor.

I waited, knife in hand, for the whole world to see who was truly the fairest of them all...

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    Horrorshow over 8 years ago

    Well written, Olivia. Wonderful last line! Love your new profile pic too.

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    Bryan Thomas over 8 years ago

    Super drabble!

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