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This photo of me in my homemade flower costume perfectly encapsulates the entirety of my personality.... My facial expression too. Like not really sure if I am liking this, but remaining joyful and smiling. This was also the only time my hair was that color. Oh what would it be if I had my bleach blonde hair again?!


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