Iris.
Artificial strawberry candy.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself."
Here lie the scattered thoughts, loose memories, and distant remains of a bygone me.
Sunday Rains
It’s beautiful to study in the library, surrounded by all these people who are here to learn and achieve while the rain is running down the windowpanes. And it’s at times like these that I wake up from my nightmarish hatred for midterms and papers and find how amazing it is to be in an institution with others that have the same high-reaching goals and aspirations that extend beyond scores and points and I realize academia is wonderful.
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