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Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? To feel every eye on you, yet still be utterly invisible. To have changed so much, only for some to see you with the same disdain, perhaps even more. I'm just a girl who loves the quiet hum of a story, the gentle stroke of a pencil, the warmth of a freshly baked meal. I've been through a lot, learned a lot about myself, especially what it means to rebuild. But some walls, it seems, are harder to climb than others. Maybe you understand that feeling.
♡>yuichiro Muichiro <☆
@*☆>aliz mei <♡*
♡>yuichiro Muichiro <☆
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Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? To feel every eye on you, yet still be utterly invisible. To have changed so much, only for some to see you with the same disdain, perhaps even more. I'm just a girl who loves the quiet hum of a story, the gentle stroke of a pencil, the warmth of a freshly baked meal. I've been through a lot, learned a lot about myself, especially what it means to rebuild. But some walls, it seems, are harder to climb than others. Maybe you understand that feeling.
♡>yuichiro Muichiro <☆
@*☆>aliz mei <♡*
♡>yuichiro Muichiro <☆