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cynthiagreen

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butter cream tarts.

I grew up listening to my mother's bedtime stories.
I grew up reading her poems.
I grew up playing chess with my brother.
I grew up sniffing my father's cologne.
There are times that I win, there are times that I lose.
But I wrote a book with thousands of views.
I screw up and I fail, but I never give up.
There are no other matter that can cause me to stop.
There's this star that I'm reaching, and hoping I will.
And this star that I'm telling is a dream I'll fulfill.


Interests

I like fictions and yogurts, and caramel bars. I like photos and lavender, and butter cream tarts.

Occupation

I'm a sweet, loving daughter, a subtle teenage girl. I'm a real caring sister, who knows how to twirl.

Website

http://www.wattpad.com/user/cynthiagreen


This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy