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She looked in the mirror. She did not recognise herself. Her eyes were amber, yellowish, the same colour that used to appear when she cried herself to sleep. Her slightly puffy face had adopted an ashy complexion far from what it used to be. The chorus of The Cranberries´ Zombie kept reverberating in the depths of her mind. Was someone playing that song? Was she playing the song?

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?

An hysteric laugh was bubbling in her throat. She dared not to make a sound.Why? She had no answer. But she still could not identify the stranger reflected in the mirror.

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