She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

i love squashing brine's toopid
dustbins! hahahahahas
n brine u stupod one lehs!
always throwing the equally stupid
mini paper balls, blowing the 'snow'
at me, throwing huge paper balls
at me.
hahahahahahahs.
so brine! this post is for u!!!
awwwww.. i bet u feel touched
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