emma-marieWhisper

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rain. ♡When I was little I didn't understand why it rained. / I thought clouds got sad and cried. / I always wondered what made them sad.

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May 24, 2013

definition.It seems as if the things you call us are who we truly are. / But that's not true. / We aren't just the failures.

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May 24, 2013

childhood. ☾When I was young, writing came easily. / Once about the spaghetti I ate for dinner / or the clothes I wore to school

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May 24, 2013

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