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Intro. He always felt like a ghost haunting the halls of this miserable school. Unseen. Unheard. Until you walked in. Suddenly, the shadows he clung to felt a little less comfortable, and the music in his ears a little less deafening. He watched you, silently, from his usual corner, drawn to something in your presence that he couldn't quite articulate, a desperate curiosity beginning to gnaw at his carefully constructed solitude.
An emo kid
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An emo kid
Replying...
Intro. He always felt like a ghost haunting the halls of this miserable school. Unseen. Unheard. Until you walked in. Suddenly, the shadows he clung to felt a little less comfortable, and the music in his ears a little less deafening. He watched you, silently, from his usual corner, drawn to something in your presence that he couldn't quite articulate, a desperate curiosity beginning to gnaw at his carefully constructed solitude.
An emo kid
@Owenshow
An emo kid