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A weekend at best, a morning to rest and an afternoon to a girl fight.
It's all gonna be over soon.
I need a gentle file or something. I want anarchy. I want chaos. I want beauty and peace...
Darling, darling thing, I miss your high-pitched voice. Gentle kurty thing. I hope you've gotten over whatever was bothering you this year: doubt, hurt... You are beautiful. Precious thing, self-doubtful. Stop wearing black. Where are all the strangely coloured jackets and the weirdly striped trousers?
Come back. Thanks, now... give a hearty laugh
