Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Don’t hide me away from the rest of the world.
The ocean tides replenish my soul. The sun sets me free. This day is unlike most days where I am forbidden to be me. Day after day, I sit alone in this old shed. The sun rises and falls as I dream of better days ahead. Those days that I dream for are what you see, the ocean and the sun set me free. It won’t be long before the sky turns black and I know there will be trouble when I get back. I don’t have any friends and I am always alone, but those loud rings continue to echo from him on my phone. As I sit here again in this rickety old shed, I will continue to dream of the sun and the gorgeous hues of red. I want to feel alive, I want to feel the sun. I am like every other girl too...we just wanna have fun.
Kristin Marie
Liberate yourself, you only live once
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The Tourist
Greetings and salutations, I’m Kristin & I love to explore abandoned locations to haunted places, create video photos, play piano, acoustic guitar, and paint. I just launched a new business www.SageHavenSpirits.com
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