Exvertia
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Last published Sun, Mar 8, 2026
Who says we can't become someone else?
In this country, personalities aren't just born-they're engineered, coded, and sold.
On my fifteenth birthday, my father rewrote me into an Exvertia-someone carrying both introvert and extrovert traits. From a shy girl who always hid away, I was forced to become louder, braver, more alive.
But when I met him-the confident boy whose voice lit up the hall-I realized change was never that simple. What first felt like a blessing soon revealed itself as something darker: a curse hidden deep in the code of who I am.
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