Summer's gone, and I am waiting for new beginnings with better endings. Long nights for the sleep deprived. Friends fading while falling in love. I'll write these letter to you from a desk in my room that's bleeding truth.
I mess up a lot. I'm a cynical, bitter teenage girl who wants to give up on the world, but just can't seem too. Maybe I do believe in fate. Maybe love does exist. I guess we'll just have to find out for ourselves, won't we?
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