| stubborn-filly or j eighteen. first year psychology student. wannabe writer. show hackiiie. world's best procrastinator. |


finding fredrick.Desolation is her horizon. Misery fogs her window, Anguish and angst arising. Her only companion; woe.finding fredrick.
She wearily rises from her lair, As frustrated friends flock. Who is this absent Fredrick figure? They inquire with insatiable interest Whose absence elicits despair. Her answer; a sliver of a smile.
Untouched papers litter a table. A room choked with stagnant air. She is being a fool, she knows. A petulant child, longing for her blanket. But what is life without colour and passion? Nothing, but an assembly of time.
But
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What are you doing in my Nabootique?
In your what, pal?
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waking up is the hardest part of dreaming about you...
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please go click my eggies?
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Truth lies only in the vision that called up the creation, and the memory of it that one takes away after it is experienced. No two people are the same, so no two can remember it the same way. Art is reborn each time a new individual experiences it.
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waking up is the hardest part of dreaming about you...
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[link]
please go click my eggies?
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waking up is the hardest part of dreaming about you...
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[link]
please go click my eggies?
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waking up is the hardest part of dreaming about you...
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[link]
please go click my eggies?
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