Ghost
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The girl was never able to REALLY feel emotions. She would just hide in her room with her hood on staring blankly at the wall. At school she would always be walking around with her head down and hood on. She would never talk or go near people. Her "friends" would worry about her, but she would never speak up. She always claimed she never had friends. No one knew her name she was always hidden so no one knew anything about her. She as stiff as a brick and would never break. Or so she thought. She is Ghost.
Warning: Contains depressing things. If you suffer from depression you were warned. Has triggering words, self harm, and suicidal things. YOU WERE WARNED!
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