They stood slouched over, as if carrying their own weight on their shoulders. They always smiled, but it was never genuine. They were always sick, mentally and physically. They always tried, and yet seemed to do the least required.
They felt hurt when criticized. They screamed into their pillow at night, face drenched in tears. They were unhappy.
They have friends, but to her friends he is a shadow. They want to belong.
They are softspoken. They fear the dark, stinging insects, and mankind. They do not feel safe.
they are, physically, average height. They are genetically female. They are overweight, but do not appear so. They have purple hair. They have green eyes. They have scars along their hands and face from anxiety.
They are alone.
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sorry, I know it's short but I'm not that unique... (^ ^;)
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