Aunty Furby Moon

I got back on to look at something really quick and saw I had 583 notifications, I should probably tell yall I gave up on this account.

Hi how are you goodbye now

Swimming is good for your Gluten and Endorphins levels

One can look at a painting and say beautiful, but never see the true art.

Hey wanna rp?

One is true
          
          The other false
          
          One takes a tour 
          
          The other a guide
          
          One is shot
          
          The other died
          
          One cries
          
          The other says goodbye 
          
          One is depressed 
          
          The other confined 
          
          One is wrecked 
          
          The other confirmed dead
          
          KIA
          
          MIA
          
          Were all the same
          
          So rejoice eachother 
          
          Because each other only last so long

Ok Everybody who comes to comment egg do It back to Fox
          
          Thd ultimate twist

Egg

Egg.

Time doesn't stop...
          
          It just continues to flow...
          
          Never really showing the change until it's to late...
          
          Time is the boulder holding up the river...
          
          Saving a child's life at the cost of two coming down...
          
          They weren't chosen...
          
          They just simply lost there time..
          
          Just like I feel...
          
          Lost to time...
          
          In an age unknown...
          
          Seeing people causally playing a VR game on YouTube...
          
          Something that was only dreamed about when I was a kid...
          
          The biggest stuff I could think about as a child was "When's the new Spyro."
          
          Now there remaking it...
          
          I feel lost in my time...
          
          You may think "Oh that doesn't make since!" 
          
           But things are changing so much in Not sure I'll be able to handle it...
          
          I'm not a machine, I'm a piece of meat locked in a cage of bone and tissue...
          
          I'm the one controlling my body like a Ventriloquist controls his Puppets...
          
          And this world's becoming more machine than my Puppet can handle...
          
          Soon I might just be a "Bug in the Windshield."
          
           But like it has and always will...
          
          It will be what it is for...
          
          Time never stops...