She always walked around with a smile plastered on her plain unpainted face. She wore a baggy dress that reached her ankles and smelt like nothing.
She was vacant but more than present inside.
She was a character but she acted.
One day she woke up and decided to live. "I'm here" she announced. This is her story.
The day she woke up she put on a tight black dress and wore winged eyeliner and dark lipstick. She smiled with a knowing look rather than a vacant look. She looked people in the eye and she loved them. She did, not an image of her.
That was the day she woke up.
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