(I throw my lipstick at the mirror with anger I can’t believe this. Apollo rejected me the goddess of beauty how could he not be attracted to me? I’m beautiful I’m attractive who couldn’t like me think to myself as my anger continued brewing inside me that little prick doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. I slam my fist against my vanity, causing everything to shake I look at myself in the mirror you know what why am I even angry? I’m the goddess of beauty any man would want me)
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