This little girl has always been alone, always struggled making friends. They judge her, they pick her apart for every wrong thing she has ever done simply because she is different. "Is it my appearance?" she questioned herself looking at the mirror, she could be described chubby, "Maybe it's my face?" she questioned picking apart herself like anyone else. Then again, humans crave social contact, and when this girl loses all touch with humanity she turns to the one thing she can guarantee will always be there. "And that was my day, how was yours.. Mr moon?"
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