Porcelain Faces
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[A story I've been writing for fun I don't know if anyone would like it but I'm posting it here]
What would others describe me as? A brute, edgy wannabe, dull and a mess. What I describe myself as? A doll made of porcelain, that's cracking,falling apart under everything that is expected of me.
Everyone is made of porcelain, a perfect look that only the truth is revealed when the porcelain prison breaks.
But we shouldn't be starting here, let's start at the beginning, my name well Alexander Wilson,17 ,male.
This is my story.
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