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Young Writers Society


Poopsie's Psychotic Breakdown. Join in ya'll!

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''Mustaches feel warm against your cheeks''- Poopsie 2015

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Interests

COD and poetry

Occupation

acquiring paper


When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind