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Jan 2018
The walls are bare!
The room, blank.
This is the end, my friend.
I can not handle the amount of white.
Unacceptable.
The lack of colour.
Horrid.
I glance at my walls
A moment of panic.
Have I been robbed?
But heavens no.
I just redecorated.
And I hate it.
Grace Willow
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Grace Willow  17/F/USA
(17/F/USA)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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