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The Outside of the Bag: ** #1079760 Not An Image ** There's a lot about me that people always point out when I ask what they see when they see me. I'm the girl who constantly has the iPod buds in her ears. I'm the girl with canvas bag and in the winter the blue old man's jacket. I'm the girl who wears black hoodies even in 40 degree [celcius] weather. When I ask them about the other attributes about me that they see I'm told I look slightly anti-social. I'm not easy to approach unless they already know me. I come off as a bit of a know-it-all and a little angry. I don't try to come off like this to people. The moment I start talking to them they see I'm different, but I know how other people think of me before knowing me. What I let people see on the outside isn't what I want people to see, but it's my sheild, I think. To keep from getting hurt. If I keep people at a distance I won't be able to get attached and in the end, I won't be able to get hurt.
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