
Lately, she thought that all her doings were not even needed, that all her work was sometimes for nothing. She gritted her teeth and took a walk through the village, her hair was bright in color, her clothing would be slightly rougher on the edges, in her pants there was a thorn part and her jacket had paint plats on them. Just to make it look 'cool'. Yet all that she wanted was knowing she was good enough, but that head of hers in puberty wouldn't let that thought be easy.
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