She puts her hand up.
What she says is exciting.
She is exciting.
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I used to think I was a ghost, and that no one knew me, but I am as transparent as the air you breathe. I don’t care about making it big anymore. Now I just want something, anything, to make sense. Maybe some day I will know my purpose, and when that day comes, I just hope I’m still sane enough to help.
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About Me
- Malice Blackheart
- I write long rants and shitty poetry. I do not care what you think.
1 comment:
from the title I thought this was going to be about rabbits because of the song in watership down but I see it is not. I like it. Bright eyes is lucky to have a haiku written about her.
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