Her name was Jane, a young spirit with a mind all of her own. She was loud and full of life. She was beautiful. Her hair was dark and her eyes were bright with life. Fantasy was her life. Stories would flow threw her head like birds gliding across the sky. Tails of princes and princesses, pirates and mermaids, and lands far from her own. All she ever wanted to do was dive into her dreams and never awake. Her name was Jane and she was far from average. No one excepted her as normal. She felt rejected by others, never fitting in because of her imagination. At times she felt as if she were looking through a glass from a far, disconnected from the world. But it never hurt her, because she didn't live in the world around her, but in her stories she made. Jane was her name, and she was like no other...
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