She wears her anger like an accessory. No functional purpose, she wears it only to express personality. Each grudge, a keepsake charm on her bracelet. Hostility is wrapped around her like a scarf, guarding her from the cool breeze of kindness. Her shoes are woven thick with pride, so she can step on your toes and never feel a thing.
She could shed it all so simply. Unhook the clasps, unwind the scarf, untie the shoes, and carry on with life. But she chooses this gaudy appearance day after lonesome day. Someone really should tell her how ugly it all looks.
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