ЈʉʃíȩϮ Ȓѻʂȩ Ѷᾇή ҎȩȩϮᾇ
"Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?"
Tupac Shakur
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Juliet walked into her dorm carrying all of her bags in it. She have left the school a while ago but the headmistress found her again. She fell ontot h floor with her bags under her. She had screw up this time and now she would be under watch again. Juliet looked around the dorm at all the empty rooms leaving her bags by the door. She at in the white room where her head used to be but it wasn't there anymore. Nothing was here but her and her bags. She had never changed the way she looked but still she was found. Now she had to get rid of the lady that held her here. She started to draw what she wanted things to look like in the dorm and everything started to come out from her drawings when she wanted them to. Soon the things in her dorm where all there..`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.
"An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris."
Friedrich Nietzsche
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