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Sometimes, while doing the mundane an overbearing sadness arrests the brain, and no matter how good was the day it will be washed away, sliding down the drain. a very selfish girl, a critic at heart, Nothing is ever good enough; it will be torn apart. Do not chew like a cartoon, Do not wear purple polka dots, Do not hum a tune Do not buy forget-me-nots, Do not accept a silver spoon Do not smoke *** Do not wake up at noon. The list could go on. There are no exceptions, and when there is nowhere left to turn, She finds the reflection of the impossible girl.
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Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
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Sometimes, while doing the mundane an overbearing sadness arrests the brain, and no matter how good was the day it will be washed away, sliding down the drain. a very selfish girl, a critic at heart, Nothing is ever good enough; it will be torn apart. Do not chew like a cartoon, Do not wear purple polka dots, Do not hum a tune Do not buy forget-me-nots, Do not accept a silver spoon Do not smoke *** Do not wake up at noon. The list could go on. There are no exceptions, and when there is nowhere left to turn, She finds the reflection of the impossible girl.
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Apr 23, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
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