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                           "  I HAVE NO NAME .  I AM BUT TWO DAYS OLD . " 

  black hair ,  pale skin .  the MARKINGS decorating his body bring attention to how 
   skinny he seems to be .  a sharp ended CANE held within nimble fingers and a long 
   vest that almost drags across the ground as he walks . simple smirks ,  rolling eyes ,
   scanning over BOOKS of his choosing ,  an annoying BIRD talking by his side ,  as well 
   as a panther of some kind . V is a calming presence to be around .  
  
   but all nice things hold SECRETS .  his body weakening ,  pure sorrow bubbling under 
   his somewhat stoic exterior .  one half of a WHOLE .  pain forever flows through his 
   chest ,  GUILT for what he's done to himself .  being split right down the middle for
   your own SELFISH needs isn't something he wants to live with .  however ,  it's what 
   he deserves .  the constant feeling that something is MISSING within him .  the fear 
   of loosing himself all over again .  the punishment for his CRIME . 




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