Just another teenage girl writing

Just another teenage girl writing small thoughts on a tree. A tree that will someday get lost or dissapear. its not important to the world, made no difference at all, ever. But the tree had hope, stronger than the girl herself, that someday the thoughts inscribed in it will be heard. That they would become something extodinary, something that someone somday will remember them by name. but as of right now it's just a mere book, holding on to her way out

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