Thorns are sharp
Petals are soft
I'm in between
Nobody knows who I am...
They call me hanahaki....
Because of my disease.
I was born with it.
My sister doesn't have it.
But I do.
And I hate it.
It's a disability to me.
The thorns grow thicker
and thicker to my body and....
Sometimes......
I can't get free.
I feel like a tree.
I'll become one.
One day.
My life is meaningless.
Petals.
And more petals.
And more petals.
But....I'm used to it.
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I wake up every morning with the usual: the old pile of petals at the edge of my bed, thorns and "stems" on my arms and legs, and that's it. I shrugged it off and got out of bed. "Another day.....another prick." I murmured.
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Name: Juno
Last name: unknown
Status: alive.
Species: Alicorn mixed with a human
Disease: hanahaki disease (some what lethal).
Blood type: O positive
Age: unknown.
Family information: sister is not found. Parents are not found.
Original home: unknown.
(Classified information)
Love life: Maxwell dunes.
Information on 'Maxwell Dunes': alive.
Friends status: alive.
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Hanahaki Disease
PertualanganIt's better if you read the story rather than me explaining it, but...here's a teaser to it. Thorns are sharp Petals are soft I'm in between Nobody knows who I am... They call me hanahaki.... Because of my disease. I was born with it. My sister do...
