soon, i return home, exhausted from the studio sesh. i collapse on my couch, not even changing.
before i slept, i smile, thinking of how i was following my dreams and how i got to share it with Jacques and Lara.
however,
i felt as if there were something missing.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
