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• F u l l N a m e • Bella Lynn Dawson
• N i c k n a m e • Bell
• A g e • 18 years old
• G e n d e r • female
• S p e c i e s • human
• P l a c e o f B i r t h • Earth
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A question that can be answered with one word "why?"
Why are we here? Why do we exist? Why...? Because we can't die. Our light will shine bright threw off of the galaxies and stars. We will live on-
Listen here...that feeling? The one in the deepest part of your chest? The one that is quickly bubbling to the surface and dragging your heart into your stomach... That's guilt, that's shame, that's remorse. That is the realization that you have done something unspeakable, and that it's wrong.... so horribly wrong, and you're wrong. It makes you feel dizzy doesn't it? Suddenly going threw every step of your life seeing nothing but destruction and misery in it's wake?
And you're seeing their face, the ones that used to make you feel such joy, and now... now they're breaking you. I bet you'd like to die right now. You'd welcome the sweet release death has to offer your miserable little existence. Just to escape the anguish of your own actions? Well, here's the thing.... you're not allowed to die. Mark my words, you will spend the rest of your life replying every atrocity, you'll hear their screams, you'll hear their cries. You'll feel it, right there. In the pit of your stomach. It will be with you until you're nothing but a withered shell of a person. Alone in this world, and worth nothing to anybody. Then...only then, are you allowed to die.
Why are we here? Why do we exist? Why...? Because we can't die. Our light will shine bright threw off of the galaxies and stars. We will live on-
Listen here...that feeling? The one in the deepest part of your chest? The one that is quickly bubbling to the surface and dragging your heart into your stomach... That's guilt, that's shame, that's remorse. That is the realization that you have done something unspeakable, and that it's wrong.... so horribly wrong, and you're wrong. It makes you feel dizzy doesn't it? Suddenly going threw every step of your life seeing nothing but destruction and misery in it's wake?
And you're seeing their face, the ones that used to make you feel such joy, and now... now they're breaking you. I bet you'd like to die right now. You'd welcome the sweet release death has to offer your miserable little existence. Just to escape the anguish of your own actions? Well, here's the thing.... you're not allowed to die. Mark my words, you will spend the rest of your life replying every atrocity, you'll hear their screams, you'll hear their cries. You'll feel it, right there. In the pit of your stomach. It will be with you until you're nothing but a withered shell of a person. Alone in this world, and worth nothing to anybody. Then...only then, are you allowed to die.
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• H a i r C o l o r • bleach blonde
• E y e C o l o r •deep green
• B o d y M o d s • N/A
• B o d y T y p e • fairly smaller than many but also quite thin
• C l o t h i n g S t y l e •a punk style
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• L i k e s •writing ;; art ;; voice acting ;; being silly ;; adventure
• D i s l i k e s •People making fun of her size ;; and misery
• F e a r s • being too close to others
• S t r e n g t h s • quiet ;; timid ;; kind ;; caring
• W e a k n e s s' • her timid lifestyle
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• P e r s o n a l i t y • Bella is a humble soul. Her life is calm and collective along the lines. She always felt like she was nothing to this world, not important. Like she was an insect. She never knew that out there that there are people watching over us.
