i am not supposed to exist. iam also not made of poop,nor do i look like it. it is simply he way my light brown fluffy hair looks. the day i hatched from the shell, on the day i was taken and sold, my life was not a life at all. and taken into the fighting arena to fight others for entertainment. no breeding, no mutation, no reason to be alive. so why did i have a purpose?All Rights Reserved
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