She studied her face in the mirror. It was a dull face full of sadness, her red swollen eyes, which were full of dead dreams, were telling the stories of her nights that she spent crying. Her wide forehead was covered with wrinkles of worries. The pimple on her face was screaming at her and was telling her to save herself from this misery. Her face was a true picture of her dead soul, but nobody noticed that, why? Because of that smile, that damn smile was her weapon to cover all of her misery and show the world that she's a girl full of happiness but the truth was totally opposite of that. She was a broken girl, with a dead soul and only her mirror knew that.
I just tried to write something creative with the help of a prompt 🙈
I've already posted this article before in my Uptrennd id
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you are really a creative writer. May GOD bless you !