Hey, how are you enjoying this book?
This book is making me nervous, I don't know why, but it is.
Anyways, enjoy:)!
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Daisy
"Brush your hair, Daisy, you look like a mess," I think, looking in the mirror.
A loud sigh leaves my mouth as I take the brush from the dresser, and I brush my messy hair.
I braid it alone - for the first time - and when I finish, I don't look as good as I want to, but I think it's enough to make me look decent today.
I don't really feel beautiful, I don't know if it's a feeling, but I just don't think I am beautiful, and that's okay.
Whoever feels beautiful when they're alone? Not me, definitely.
I'd like to think even when I am not beautiful, I am a good person; I mean, I haven't killed anyone, and I will never in my life kill a soul.
I will admit tha
