I used to be a crazy little girl, my heart was a colorful swirl. As I got older and problems started, my mom's hair soon departed. She is a surviver of breast cancer twice, but she's very afraid of mice. I grew up with a bully, I became shy fully. I play soccer and write, I strick fear with my might. Speedy and silent, I make sure not to be violent. You see my life is full of problems, and I'm one big contradiction. I'm quiet and shy, but geeky and popular. You may find that I am one who loves fiction.


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