March 2012
It’s dark. I was alone. Yes, I was doing work. :D Making Teacher Samples. Sabaw singing. HAHAHAHAHA. I have a cold okay. I was not crying. :3
February 2012
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Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. I want to fill it with color and ducks, The zoo of the new Whose names you meditate —- April snowdrop, Indian pipe, Little Stalk without wrinkle, Pool in which images Should be grand and classicaL Not this troublous Wringing of hands, this dark Ceiling without a star. Sylvia Plath
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I am the moon, whole and round, with many faces to be found.
– I think that’s how it goes in the song for work. Haha. #MyMasterpieceMovement
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