I am desperate. Just alone, nothing more. The master must want to crush my puny orange soul because he dug up my family and friends. Even though they grew faster than me, that doesn't mean that he should leave me sitting here alone.
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The Troubled Pumpkin
PoesiaA story of a growing pumpkin that is determined that his master hates his little orange guts! Will the pumpkin be able to overthrow the master? Story Wrote in English Class Last Year - Editing/Adding Once Every so Often
