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| Once upon a dream, I saw those gleaming eyes, they looked so familiar. I've been dancing with animals and singing songs, but that wouldn't get to my dream prince. |
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| I slept for 18 years, I woke up and opened my eyes. It wasn't a dream, I just realised that fairytales are real, except for the talking animals. |
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| This is my fairytale, where I'm the lead, where I'm telling my story. I don't need a prince in this story, this is a new one. |
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| A long time ago I posted every week an article, but then something happened, I felt like I had to make a pause here, to get my inpiration back. I partied 2 weeks long, 2 days behind each other, those weeks were so hipster. I looked in the magic tunnel and there I found my inspiration cloud again, happily ever after. |
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| Alice in wonderland meets hipster, perfect combination, classy, innocent but naughty. When I looked in the tunnel, I didn't fell like her, my life was already a wonderland, a hipster in wonderland. |
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| I'm looking through the window, everything looks calm and ready, a blue sky and an invisable shadow is veiling the atmosphere. Popping a bottle in the morning after, fresh purple grapes, as sweet as the syrupy pancakes. |
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| A hipster in wonderland, crazy and unpredictable. |
