Soft Girl Syndrome
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She wears pink, speaks softly, and never forgets to smile.
Everyone calls her perfect - polite, pretty, and pure.
But perfection has a price... and she's been paying it in blood.
Behind every pastel bow lies a mind unraveling - delicate, deranged, and dangerously calm.
She kills quietly, cleans neatly, and cries prettily after.
Because good girls don't lose control.
They just hide the evidence better.
In a world that loves soft girls, she's the one you should never underestimate.
After all, who would ever suspect the sweetest girl in the room?
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