Soul... What?
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My name is Carol. I am 15. No friends, no popularity, no crush, and no family. I feel nothing. Really I have tried and tried to feel something, anything, for the past 10 years of my life. I don't what happened to me I feel cold and lifeless half of the time. One day a new kid comes. He is mysterious, too mysterious. Whenever I walk by him he tries to get as far away from me as he can. Well, I confront him and things don't go as planned. (ON HOLD)
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