Of all people, she's been right here. Right in my room, quiet, for the past few months. Not judging, not impressed, not disappointed. But slightly intimidating. I'd get to see her when I chose; someone to keep me company, occupied. On the surface, she's only graphite spread across a page (12x18), and she doesn't have a name, and she couldn't possibly hear a word I say, but somehow, she's a part of me. She personifies me.
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