Shion's Eyes
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Let's start with an introduction.
Hello, my name is Shion Camerrie. I am 16 years old. I have black hair with green eyes. People say, when they look in my eyes, they say it seem somewhat cold or strict. Some even say that I seem irritated or even bipolar.
What they dont know, is the reason why I have such a look on my face to begin with......
And it all started when I was a kid.
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