When your rife with devastation, there's a simple explanation. You're a toymaker's creation trapped inside a crystal ball. Whichever way he tilts it, know that we must be resilient. We won't let them break our spirits as we sing our silly song. Everybody get your hands up as we sing our silly song. When I was a little kiddie, a meteor shower overtook my city. They shipped me to an orphanage and said, "Ditch those roots if you want to fit in." I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan children. Now memories are blurred and their faces are obscured. But I still know the words to this song. When you've bungled all your bangles and your loved ones have been mangled, listen to the jingle-jangle of my gypsy tambourine. These chords are hypnotizing and everybody's harmonizing. Please, children, stop your crying and just come along with me.
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Short Stories/Song Lyrics
Short StoryThis is mainly full of song lyrics. Sorry. I'm not creative enough to actually make short stories. There are, like, two chapters that are short stories, but that's it. TW: If you're easily disturbed by talk or mention of suicide, some chapters are n...
