I hate that word. "Fuck". It's rather disgusting, but right now, in the here and now, that is the only thing that comes to my mind. The rest is blank. Like a plain white piece of paper on a dark wooden desk. There's a girl sitting there, pencil in hand, but all she can do is stare. Stare out the window to see the seasons change before her eyes. Reds, bright yellows and greens to browns, and then, they're gone. Just like the past. Everything changes all to often. Just like the seasons.
"Fuck."
-Ashley Nichole
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