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Greetings, dear fellow

I am but a mediocre, old-fashioned floret. However, I do have lots of stories to tell.

At times, I am free of the burden of school and education, I tend to binge-watch on Musical Theatre, read a variety of books. Perhaps, sing and try to compose songs, awfully play the violin and piano, draw, and lastly write. (These tasks, I try to perform setting aside my high standards which are almost impossible to reach, hence, most ideas are never shared.)

Writing is my comrade at most times...which only seems to prevail when I hear the little droplets of rain (how peculiar). These are where I can express things I cannot tell, forbidden, such may also vary from prose to poetry, or shenanigans.

In this world of countless monologues, and soliloquies: this story would remain, separate Acts and Scenes a time.

I will hold you no longer, reader. Be free!

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  • The Flower Fields
  • JoinedAugust 27, 2016


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