Sometimes I wonder how I would be described by an author. Not only in appearance, but also the way I walk, my laugh, my character.
Sometimes I wonder whether I survived the hunger games or not. I wonder which greek god would be my parent and which house I'd get sorted in.
Sometimes I wonder...
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- JoinedFebruary 28, 2015
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