hippiemgc
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"there was once a girl.
she was a poem that just couldn't find her ending. she searched the world;
trying to find one brave enough to help finish and find herself.
there was once a boy.
he was a blank canvas;
waiting for someone with precious words and steady hand to finish him.
two blank pages, grey and dull."