Messy Sky



What kind of animal is even blue. Am I still people if my head looks like messy sky with horns. When will it ever be braids again. I can’t go running like this if I see someone then what. They will ask about the hat and I will want to not say but then I will say ok and tell about trying to become mutant and getting old blue rat fur instead. Then they will laugh and I will run away and cry unless they beat me and throw me in the sand. And just because I’m not glamour like that is anything.

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