Na, I don’t think about you anymore
The tear in my heart is no longer sore
I’ve been dreaming a lot
Making plans in this spot
Still not one thought of you
Making friends,
Smoking pot
Minding my business
And nobody even knows I knew you
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How's it going? Welcome to my first ever blog. My name is Angelique, no I do not speak French fluently, but I wish I could. I am from Chicago, Illinois and I love to write about pretty much everything. I created this blog because I am extremely bad at writing in my journals, so I thought it’d be a great idea to create a blog and give myself the opportunity to challenge myself by exposing who I am to complete strangers. I also created this blog to connect with other writers and introverts like myself. I love the idea of creating a space for people who struggle with expressing themselves, but find themselves in other peoples writing. With that being said, thanks for vising my blog and don't hesitate to reach out.
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