They called me Crow once. Crow was wild. Outgoing. Free. Crow was not afraid to be.
They called me Skylar once. How could I not love that name? Head up. Looking down. Skylar was strong. Independent.
They called me North once. North star. North facing. Always knowing where to go. Always knowing what to do. North knew so much. Knew everything.
They called me Polaris once. The most feared name. Polaris was ruthless. Polaris was a ruler. Unstoppable. Dangerous.
They called me many names. Many names. They saw in me what I hoped they would see. They saw Crow, the child. Polaris, the wild. Skylar, the lone. And North, the smart one. So many names. So many people. All with the same face. Me. My face. My painted, perfect mask. Not me. Not mine.
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Apathy
Non-FictionApathy: 1. Absence or suppression of passion, emotion, or excitement. 2. Lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting. 3. Stoicism . Freedom from emotion of any kind.
