The thought of saying goodbye to my mom for a year makes me think living would be extremely stressful. As of the moment, I sense no vivid discolorations furnish my dining room, and I see no penmarks on my bedroom door. I create a pineapple juice delusion, which perfectly finishes off my sanity constellation, and I am stuck watching the clouds with one open eye.
I shall record as the waves roll, and I pray for no rough seas. I shall harvest whatever needs reaping, and shall cleave everything that is not.
Emotional overhaul in a cupcake.
When will I see her again?.. and when will i see you? :]
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