Having written religiously for fourfrightening years, she suspects she has a fixation on Thinking (especially out loud). She is in her final year of BachelorOFArts at the University of Melbourne but is staunchly resistent to part with her lovelylife of an undergrad slash part-time waitress that is everfaithful in churning quickmoney to satisfy her wickedwanderlust. She is travelling light and daring to dream because her morethanenough God is her dreamweaver. If you don’t already know, the sky is her limit.
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i never promised you a happy ending
you never said you wouldn't make me cry.
(the new space is cryptically this: the monochromic neighbour of venus is renting at the dotted community where alphabets are combined and ironed.)
moved (on).
[edit] If my smartandpreppy thebestfriend can't solve the cryptic clue, I doubt anyone else can!! Ha ha. So it is this.
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