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Regret.
She looked at her left hand and saw the dust of the destruction she’d caused. She looked at her right hand and saw the memories of flowers she had picked when she still had hope for the world. She looked at her reflection in a puddle and thought the distorted, floating image was who she had become. Walking home, her steps started to slow down and eventually she disintegrated until there was nothing left at all except for the pain she had left behind.
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