This is suppose to be a 50 word story but the first one isn't one but the second one is.
Hope you enjoy!
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and all things nice and that is what little girls are made of.
Be what mother goose's nursery rhyme says. Be and do, be a angle and fall to feathers. Do what any angle will do. Wrap yourself in pretty pink ribbion and never come out. Just let the world forget you exist, and tarnish your mind black and wait for it to set. Forget about everyone, anyone…… anything and everthing.
Blind light resting on my left hand. Try to grasp it but can’t. Wish i could. On the ground with chains tangled to my feet.
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