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Speaks soft, speaks slow, faster or louder, sometimes even with something almost like an accent from no place found on a map. He says things that sound more right than they feel. He knows what people want to hear Dresses so plain to never stand out. He can't notice how that has become its own trap. Sometimes changes his name, sometimes even forgets the one his Mother held so dear. His hair can change at a moment's whim. His bathroom mirror feels like it's own disguise kit. Piercing in? Piercing out? Tattoo shown or covered? He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
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Speaks soft, speaks slow, faster or louder, sometimes even with something almost like an accent from no place found on a map. He says things that sound more right than they feel. He knows what people want to hear Dresses so plain to never stand out. He can't notice how that has become its own trap. Sometimes changes his name, sometimes even forgets the one his Mother held so dear. His hair can change at a moment's whim. His bathroom mirror feels like it's own disguise kit. Piercing in? Piercing out? Tattoo shown or covered? He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
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