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0	A New Outlook
+ 6	My heart beats for him...
+ 2	S.N.A.F.U (Situation Normal All Fucked Up)

  They stare at one another. Her eyes begin to well with tears and she quickly blinks them away. Trying to keep calm she starts to ask the questions she doesn't want the answers to.
    "How could you let this happen?" she whispers, getting no response. The silence leads to animosity and she fidgets and swallows deeply, her throat dry and gritty.        
    "Do you not know? How can we work through this if you can't even explain what you are feeling...what you are thinking?!"
    The air is thick and warm in the room and a single tear rolls from her eye. Her face becomes flush and she breaks down. Her red cheeks are wet with evidence of infidelity. Her breathing becomes shallow and her chest heaves as thoughts race.
    She screams, "Tell me why! I don't understand why you can't just tell me why!" She brings her arm back and throws her fist, shattering the mirror she is standing in front of. Blood drips down the side of her hand. It's never that simple.

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