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My name is Ashlee Nichole.
I'm 14 years old and my birthday is June 13.
Slowly day turns to night, snow falls freely to the ground, turning the world into a winter wonderland. Through the fog I stood, twirling around, my arms spread out as I danced with the spiraling snowflakes. From the shadows, he smiled as he watches, waiting for me. Ever so slowly, he moves toward me, catching me as I fall from being dizzy. Laughing together, we lose ourselves in the snow, awaiting the next day to come. Until then, we sat on the freezing earth, talking with one another about the world we wish to live in, our interests, what we want from each other. Oh, how I wish to see him again, so that this fantasy may come true.
A dark and stormy cloud hovers above this weakening soul. When will she die? Not even Death can know. This soul cannot be saved.
Mad Hatter:: Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?
Me:: I haven't the faintest idea.I'm Bored
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