I am dying. You don't need to TELL me. I know. My wings crumbled. My legs shriveled. My shell darkened. I can't see. My breathing is slowing. Goodbye, world. Goodbye, huge, smelly, creature. GOODBYE...
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War of a beetle
RandomA trapped ladybug has trouble escaping from its " prison " ( a bottle ) Join this ladybug on its point of view on being captured
