"Unique"
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Everyone has something unique about themselves. It can be your hair, eyes, body, family, your name, or personality. Just know there's something unique about everyone and for me its 5 things out of that list. I have really long hair that stops mid thigh, and I also have a really fit body. I'm safe to say that I have a six pack, I also have a big butt and "other things". I don't find them so interesting but everyone else does. And then there's my eyes. My eyes are the one thing that stand out the most, my eyes are a light shade of red. And then there's my family, oh my wonderful 'family', sike nah. My 'family' is terrible. Apparently my birth parents gave me up when I was first born. Which led me to my adopted parents whom I hate. They did nothing but abuse me my whole 'childhood' . They called me all kinds of names but the worst of the two was my 'mother' she was a fucking idiot who got her fucking ass beat every fucking day so she took it out on me which caused her to get her ass beat 2 fucking times a day. However I no longer have to worry about them....... nahhh not no more.......... oh hahahaha lets just say they 'burned in a fire'...... But anyways back to being unique. So then we have personality I'm considered the bad girl at school and that's just because I don't take shit from no one and they know better, simple. Oh yeah and also I'm a street fighter. But anyways the whole point of this is to tell you that if your unique (which you are everyone is) embrace that shit.
Oh yeah and hold up I forgot I maybe sorta am a little 'crazy'
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