It's hard for me to fall asleep at night. And this makes me want to ferociously rip my hair out.
I am mildly dishonest when someone asks me how I'm doing. somethings are better kept as secrets.
I can't imagine a world without music.
I get a little too easily wrapped up in day dreaming about everything.
I wish all things in life were as wonderful as the way I feel on a pitch black, clear night as I look at the stars and think that everything is perfect and life's not as complicated as I seem to always make it.
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Megan Artus
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