I looked at my new face in the mirror, it was all plastic. I was like a plastic bag, discarded even before use.

I had changed myself for you, but you loved her now.

I look up from my mirror, and there you were. You were sitting on the park bench, and she was with you.

She didn't have red hair or sharp features, she had curves and a loud personality. It was as if a knife stabbed me in the heart when the realisation hit me, she was just like me.

The raw, unchanged version of me.

But you loved her,

And I was just a plastic bag, discarded even before use.

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