She/her

A flower bloomed blue not red
sudden pull of wind throw it to dry land.
Once roughed up and done with the fate,
the blue blub grow with fruits,
and saw sadly every red flower 
fallen from their earlier grace.

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Until my mind process a good bio , you have to bear with this. 
but for a summary, i write emotions and i love emotions. 
I also write about two duffhead way too much #zarry.
So, let's dive in the crazeh world of Daydream General from neverland.