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Piece of art


I am a piece of art, More like a sculpture. So as much as they make look, NO one will touch her. With a unique shape size and color, I'm incomparable to any other. Observed and specualted ever minute of the day, But her privelages are limimted, so she can think but not say. My actions are aquired from experience, I'm strong and expedient. A conscious production, That's always under construction. I am original. Calm and collected. I cause people to think when it's least expected. My personality is three dimensional, and my body language speaks for itself. I wasn't made, I was created. And through all my mistakes, I made it. .
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