Broken People (Mandolarian story)
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Last published Sat, Jul 2, 2022
We're broken people now
We're burning out
So cold I'm bleeding now now now
Gonna let you down
We're broken people now
We're broken people now
Tell me I won't ever be nothin', ain't that somthin'?
I've risen from the bottom
I got 'em eyes on the prize and inside 'em
Damn right I overcame, y'all know the name
We similar but never been the same
Everybody, yeah they know the name
Right now, we'll make it some how
We'll make it some way
Yeah you know we gon' get it today like
I'm all on my own now
I won't ever let you down
Won't let you down down down
Yes I've been through it
They know I do it for the people
I'm fighting so we be equal
For my son and my sequel
And anybody who listenin'
In they system like venom
I get in 'em and spread visciously
This is me
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Black Widows are well known assassins and spies in the galaxy. They protect the innocent and weak. The ones that can't fight back. Many are scattered across the galaxy under people's and specie's noses. That was until the Empire had bargained with one of the members of the Black Widows. Now all the spiders are either dead or in hiding. Except for one lonely spider. She is still fighting to survive for herself and her fallen family. But now she must fight for a 50 year old child. She won't be the only one fighting for this child's life when she meets a Mandolarian. Broken people must stick together because they will never let each other down.
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𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 Allana Motto. Abandoned as a baby on Tattooine, Peli Motto found her wrapped in a blanket with one word inscribed in it. "Allana," so she took her in. Little did she know that she was different than everyone else on Tattoine, and that was evident after they met a mysterious man who called himself 'The Mandalorian' Started : 13-10-22 Finished : N/A [DISCLAIMER - I don't own any of the Star Wars characters this is just a fanfiction. Only my own separate plot points and Lana belong to me]
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