Everyone has a name for their sadness. It is The Darkness, The Monster, The Evil Twin. Mine is The Ugly Little Girl. In every way I am what defines ugly.
I am putrid.
Inside each person, their darkness resides. But my Ugly Little Girl consumes. A demon possessing a body from within for 14 years, rotting, smelting, burning, raging, and festering. She is a disease that spreads to everything I touch.
There remains nothing pure. Not a thought, an action, or relationship. The Ugly Little Girl has firmed her grip, buried her fingers into it all.
I am putrid.
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