Poet Nightingale //D3// CBD2 DONE

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//Poet Nightingale--Female--D3--Bisexual--18//

I've never suffered in my life. I come from a powerful, wealthy family. Entitled, snob, and bitch are three of my favorite words to describe myself. And all three I am. But that doesn't make me a bad person. Always. I don't like to care about people, so I rarely do. I'm the very definition of ice. And I'm hard to break. Mostly because I can't feel anyone's attempts to break me. Numbness. Every morning I open my eyes, brush my long ruby red hair, dyed of course. My lips red as cherries, my cheeks perfectly pink. All by design. Hours spent in the mirror, criticizing who I am. What I look like. Too fat, too pale, dried skin, flat chest. I pick and I pluck until I'm perfect. My nights are long, as are my sleeves. A lot of people hate me. That's okay though, because I do too. I shouldn't, I have everything I could have ever wanted. That just makes it worse. And one more thing, the first thing I said was a lie.

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