She latched the wooden door behind her as she sat down and began carving strawberries with a small knife and dipping them in syrup , while the dog played with the rag doll and squish ball. The bed was a mess, the sofa was not any better. Shoes lined up as towels were thrown about and tissue paper decorated the floor. Her dressing table was a warzone and finding her cellphone was a mission. She got up and pushed aside the hair brush , bangles and keys to make way for her laptop. She sat there, thinking what to write, “ SCARS” she typed slowly with tears in her eyes.
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