Me
My Rose

beginingFoots steps tap against the pavement as stars are covered by darkness. Cold air creeps down my neck. Foggy breath easily seen in front of me, when I breathe. Then I would be walking by a large fountain, currently centered within the park. With in moments I spot a park bench. Painted a dainty light green, and with a willow tree hovering just over it. The tree looked freshly trimmed and perfectly in place. I of course would just sit back and stare down at the frozen water in the fountain.begining
On this extremely cold day, I would be wearing a thick black jacket. Zipped up so high just to cover a portion of my neck. If anyone
lol it sry it took me solong to add u...
lol
love ya girlie!
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Diving Into The Abyss With No One To Pull Me Back Out
FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this
Send this 2 at least 5 ppl including me if u care 4 me!!!
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If you wake up in a red room with no windows and doors, DON'T panic.. you're just in my heart!!! Send this to all the friends you want to keep forever...
Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one. If you get 7 back you are LOVED!!! Here are the numbers of what kind of friend you are based on how many you get back..
1-3 ~ you're a friend
4-6 ~ you're an okay friend
7-9 ~ you're a good friend
10+ ~ you're great friend
Nice to meet you btw
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"It is Nature who makes our artists for us, though it may be Art who taught them their right mode of expression". - Oscar Wilde
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Confusing thoughts in my head...am I ever dead?
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Confusing thoughts in my head...am I ever dead?
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"It is Nature who makes our artists for us, though it may be Art who taught them their right mode of expression". - Oscar Wilde
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