Once upon a midnight dreary, 
There was a girl with a wild and never ending imagination. It was 5 o'clock in the morning when she picked up a her journal and a pen and began writing. She wrote story after story, let her friends read and they encouraged her to keep writing and share her imagination with others.
💙So here I am again, this time I will leave my stories up and hope for success.
Peace and love

(*^﹏^*)~Works of mine (*^﹏^*)
🔐A Wild Ride :
😉Dreams:
👅Burnt to Perf:
💔It Hurts

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