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wantly: poweur: ex-oti-c: koae: vivency: humansofnewyork: A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park.  ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN I THOUGHT I LOST IT FOREVER im gonna make one of these now i want to so badly!!! but how? i can’t see what she’s written :( it just a basic journal, write everything and anything I started one of these :) : dat dag nit in what menth these clecks never seemed fa icanv keep up & ienatol doun ive bern lesing se mchhy " BLAH BLAH BLAH Yafarl troppriin per lit. 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That ysulool & lagn at, Iike you adon raed.yse every once ina while, you meet these people tht make yev thd for exomple or creaky desk drauers or alwed kid things wit wik out in that just mybe yo've beon doing something right af ter al, desere them in this talhing lie fora while or wast time womying abou stuck in the knots of your shoelaces inda ueal end it 's p not ehay, t He end. life your sten okay,i m met perleet -i don t wart the pep vla Kida te be i vant to stay lost & awkuard & thir ET mean ret regets, although pehaps Tnot hahee yes, de stpd th me out mokeonrt ene let my he Quiehy & merdyy & me, but then there's the matte ol for life's not a paragraph & death i think is no parentheses something about you ke now .. i.con t quite figue out.. She does is beautiful... & everything she does is right brain. ep a really shouldn't 'ench e kncwwhat that even mean send in miep you.. L it as a chosle gung Amnn Elerattly you or giving' u myself. if i fuck it everythin it's cool- thats art." matt nath anson up. hoonnonx wantly: poweur: ex-oti-c: koae: vivency: humansofnewyork: A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park.  ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN I THOUGHT I LOST IT FOREVER im gonna make one of these now i want to so badly!!! but how? i can’t see what she’s written :( it just a basic journal, write everything and anything I started one of these :)
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