a downward slide

She surveyed herself in the mirror, ruthlessly noticing each minuscule flaw. Her eyes were bloodshot, the papery skin around them creased and hanging, the bags underneath them resting in dark circles above her thin cheeks. Her lips, long ago so full and smooth, were drawn and thin, lines of anguish etched around them. She didn’t even recognize herself.

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