Her hair is as black as coal,
her skin is as white as snow.
she locks herself up in a world known to be different from any other,
all though knowing that their is only one world.
She created her own.
will she be able to find out who she really is supposed to be or will she stay
the outcast, the odd one, the girl who never believed.
Larissa. Yes her. she is no one else but the little speck of dust you never seem to notice.
Larissa is the one who never believed.
she wondered around with a confused look as if she had a question unanswered.
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