100 words x 365 days
She stood in the mirror, lacing up the memories of her past. Never again, she swore it, but as the winter grew cold, her soul grew reckless. As she tightened the last fragment of silk, her heart once again evolved into the dim shadow of the past. She erased her hopes for a better life. Once again, she pulled out that hidden tube of stain, her lips smeared with a crimson shade of red, the finishing touches of a greedy whore. One last look in the mirror, her heart took a swan dive into her personal ocean of lustful despair.