My name is Rin.

For the majority of my time, I do indeed hate this life and mine for this pain and sorrow aren't in my head, they pump through my heart. It seems the wind pushes myself as effortlessly as a small pile of dirt, my nose in my books, my heart is easily swain any which way, my dead fingers match the pale color of the pages.

And don’t think for one second that you know who I am and what my morals are because when you see me, you don't honestly see me. You only see the light that I reflect, that’s why my reflection is so pale.

I am Corinne,
My shell is not ugly.

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