Girl who creates art, who doesn't know how good she is and how big of an influence on other she is, why do you flee from yourself?
Why is it that she is trying to escape and enters her own world once she sleeps to escape reality, and always ends up destroying herself? Why does she pretend that things are so much better than they really are? Why does she ignore the obvious, the things she wishes were untrue but cannot cage not accept ad facts?
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Unfinished pieces for Mediocre
RandomJust parts of my story Mediocre that I never finished and probably never will so they're here instead.
