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I don't feel like I relate to other people well. Despite having friends, my relations with those around me feel shallow at best. Maybe I focus so much on this outer layer of mine because barely anyone ever sees beyond it.
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I wear this fashion so that others may see me as I see myself. "I am not like you," I say, "I do not belong here." Perhaps I simply do not want to belong to a world so boring. I fashion myself an inverted Alice, whisked away from a home of magic and wonder.
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