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Alone in a white room with nothing but a black felt pen with an infinite amount of ink, a pack of deadly smokes with an ever growing amount of cancer and a small white bic that never seems to empty of its flammable liquid. The girl with white blonde dreadlocks wondered what might become of her and the undying love for which consumed her very soul. Love of everything, love of drawing and of color. Love of the stars high above, so far out of reach. Love for the ugliest creatures that dwell in the deepest crevices of the ocean. But most off all things the love she held for her, that beautiful girl with long dark brown hair that belonged to a mer