She was depressed
She shamefully bowed her head with fragile tears slowly rolling down her red flushed cheeks. She twists the rusty doorknob and as it opens, she drastically falls to the ground and weeps, hands covering the pain in which she had just indured. Eyes filled with misery and sorrow which would eventually changer her charismatic persona.
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