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Sweet | Talkative | Calm | Dancer | 17 Years Old

She turned her night light on and blew him a kiss.
Our hell ends every weekend, but it's all I have to believe in.
I never cared, never cared to try until now, to find home.
You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom..
How will I break the news to you?
Created and painted on 4th June 2006.
There are pictures of me on my petpage.
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