Never feels more at peace than when lost in her own world, writing, while daydreaming away of him, tugging at the edges of her heart of hearts. Her dreams. Hoping he is more than one.
This is my place to go off the complete end and down the rabbit hole into la-la land. It's not going to be pretty. So welcome to the verbal vomit that I'm made up of.
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