alone

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Alone, that's what I was when they stamped a large "5" into my  neck and threw me in a room, a year went by, and I was still alone. I hum a song from my childhood to myself, until I hear the door creak I look over to see a person at my door, "Hello" they say warily, I sit there for a second hoping i'm not hallucinating again, until "i'm cinnabon". I jump to my feet and say "Im muffin, nice to meat you"  I continue with " Do you think we'll get out of this place? I can tell it's going to be hell..." they resspd but get cut off by more people...




sorry its short

love luna/ muffin <3





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