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Author: Chanel M.

Just a girl found in a daydream who tried her best to color inside of the lines like everyone else, but found that covering up the lines with graffiti was more her idea of a good time.

frigid untrustworthy thoughts.

Don’t believe anything you see. Don’t believe everything you feel.


I dream of you often, dear fragment of my imagination. I long for you still, so I’m burdened by this hopeful frustration…