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A big chunk of blood came out and sank to the bottom of the mix of water and pee in the toilet. “So blood is denser than water, see, you know chemistry.” She said out loud to no one. It was one of those nights, 3 in the morning, when the cramps of her period weren’t letting her sleep. Her underwear had stains of blood on it, thanks to the cheap-quality period pads she’d bought from the dollar store. Flushing the toilet, she went to wash her hands. She saw herself in the mirror again. So capable, so able, so smart, so girly, so mature, yet so fucked up. Yet born and raised in an environment that valued her like nothingness.
