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Name~ Zoe Asterisk Age~ 21 Gender~ Female Personality~ Zoe had always been a quiet child. Instead of going outside and playing in the dirt and eating worms like other kids her age, she would curl up in a comfy chair and drown herself in words. Little changed as she aged, other than her naïve imagination and curiosity of the world around her had retreated. As a teenager, she was pessimistic, looking at life and only seeing the horrors of it. She would tell herself that if she ever attempted to crack open her metaphorical shell, calamities would immediately rush in and suffocate her, so it was best to just mind her own business and keep

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Down in the brown murk, Far away from the people who smirk, There lives an old widow witch, Whose house is in the middle of a niche. And every night she cries Cries about everything because everything lies. She cries about man, Who is destroying the land. But none of it matters down in the brown murk, Far, far away from the people who smirk. Because man never came to this land, And therefore never got to destroy the sand.