I must be asleep.
Let the dream-ballet sequence begin.
The journey of a girl with a trunk full of ideas, all brilliant and all attainable. The choose your own adventure of a girl who does not think before she speaks. The story of a girl who wants to do everything at once. The life of me, black coffee, barefoot, unwashed hair, totally lost, and trying to live every minute.
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I hope I was in it. Tutu and all, please.
Or maybe just wearing a dance belt, in a weird Freudian commentary on our relationship.
Do you miss me yet?
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