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Park Kyungri — 19 — neutral — Sched. Currently trying her best to study at the Bullshit Academy ® «You can't choose what stays and what fades away»

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{ It is now time to- um, pass out for six hours and then work on Kyungri's bio and stuff, hopefully I'll be able to apply back to Bullworth tomorrow.

Please pray for me }

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{ Nope, not going through with this- I kinda gave up on switching everything from public to private (mainly because it's alot of posts to edit manually, and also because of all the feels) so I'll just make some kind of a start-over post later on. }

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{ HAAAA KILL ME. switching every single post from public to private to start over is such a burden omg. }

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Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways Sad to see you go Was sort of hoping that you'd stay  Baby we both know That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

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Who's that girl?

Kyungri had always been one of these kids with a bright mind and a natural talent for life. She started walking at ten months and she formed full sentences at the age of two. Quickly you could see her joy for life flow wherever she walked, she would dance and sing around the house with her older brother from dawn to dusk. Everyone in the family knew she had that talent and, from their modest situation, they always tried their best to support her in whatever she initiated. Kyungri had never been a spoiled kid, but their family was built on love because that was the best they could give. Her mother had a waitress job in that bar at the corner of the street where she worked her heart out, managing to be at home as much as she could for her children. Mister Park, her father, had a job in town for one of the local papers.. Job that he tried to keep up with, struggling with his eternal depression, his new infatuation for alcohol and his growing debts. Still, in the middle of all that, they were happy. But that was before that summer...

Read me like an open book.