People say that you could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. But like any other daydreamer, I dreamed to be beautiful, just for a second, then I remembered I was consumed in hatred.
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Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
