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You have that look on your face,

With freckles covering your pain,

A birthmark under your left breast,

And under your right thigh,

You have beautiful light blue eyes,

And lips red as a rose,

Nose is crooked because you got into a fight,

Hair like the ocean, it has so many waves.

Teeth pure white but messed up,

Your Greif controls your fear, and your fear covers your Greif,

Your shorter Then a normal high schoolar,

You dress like a poor child but has a smile always on your face.

Your pale and always depressed, you wear a bow on your hair,

Because you say its fashion.

You’re not from here, but who are you?

You say your name is Skylar

But nobody knows you.