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Tanaka Hayate | pictured above 

. . . 

She laid on her bed as evil, nasty, dirty thoughts of hurting them all snickered in her head. She closed her eyes, clenching her teeth, begging the voices in her head to leave her alone and for peace to (finally) grace her.  

She clenched her hands into feeble fists, drawing blood from moon shaped doorways. Just breath, Hayate, think of-

She abruptly brought her arm to cover her eyes, willing the tears away. Often wondering how her life may have been had she lived up to her name and been born a boy, she cried. 

She was nothing. 

She was impure. 

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