perfectly wrong || BREECE (discontinued)
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Last published Sun, Oct 11, 2020
mental
/ˈmɛnt(ə)l/
relating to disorders of the mind.
There is a boy. His bags under the eyes have grown more evident in past years. Those that once shone a bright emerald green had now dulled. One could guess it was built up from all the weariness and stresses of school.
There is another boy. His blithe but bold personality earns him many friends in school, and he is rarely seen without his cheekbones lifted high, revealing a set of pearly whites and crinkles by the corners of his eyes.
But are things really as they seem? Little do they know, they each have an important role to play in each other lives. People always say that you have to take care of yourself first, before saving others. That's not always the case, is it?
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