Story of My Life: anthems of a seventeen year old girl

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Trying to find the perfect match between pretentious and pop. Feeding ducks and thinking too much, daisies and journals and fountain pens with dark blue ink that smudges when you aren't too careful. Mixtapes that took far too long to make.

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anthems of a seventeen year old girl

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why is it, that when I fell shitty, and it's my birthday, and I have nothing truly relevant to say, that I always feel like posting here?

Repetitive things that mean nothing and no one will ever read...

I somehow like the look of them so much.

Maybe things will change (and soon, I'd hope.)

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