i have to get up early in the morning in order to have time to put my mask on but i can't do so while looking in the mirror, i have to feel the scowling eyebrows, firm frown, and glazed eyes to make sure they are on straight. Then I proceed to the closet, where i put on the costume i bought when you left. Sometimes the broad shoulders and heavy biceps are too heavy for my truly feminine body to carry, but i wear it anyways. I have to. And i fear that because you are gone, I might always have to.Birth sign: Aquarius
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