I slept through.
Nothing new about this year just death and dread.


Kakera“Good…good, Namine.” Fingers strummed across piano keys; the white pure gleam shining back into her eyes. “Play back onto the octave once more. You sound a little off-key.” The small girl did as she was told, her finger shaking slightly as she replayed the note. She heard no reply from the instructor, but she could imagine him shaking his head in approval. She played a few more notes, her fingers taking her on a long journey, of endless hours before. As soon as she was about to take the song into a melody, she heard her instructor; “That will be all for today, Namine. Your playing is improving- tremenKakera
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An artist's dream is like a dream come true!
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Gone!
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Just because everybody does something, it doesn't mean it's the right thing to do... Remember that always. (/。◕‿‿◕。\)
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Mah
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Mah
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:GHS:
>: D i needs to show you sumtin!
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Sis: BAKED BEEANS!!!
Me: BAKETTY BEAANSS!!!
Sis: BAKE-ED BEHNS!!
Me: BOCKED BONS!!
Britt: BEEEEEK'D BAYNES!
...it's the retardness that never ends....
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The world is quiet here.
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