preplane
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This is actually happening.

The life of a preplane is one of many twists and turns and hairpins and hairspray, but I've survived and only gotten stronger. It's not easy being me, there's a lot of pressure to perform, and if you can't, you might as well be another piece of trash on the side of the road. Maybe being a piece of trash isn't so bad, how blissful would it be to just exist to be in the way, and disintegrate once the rain appears? the run off goes down into the sewers where only the rats and vampires breed, telling each other stories of their high school crush and how they were to chicken shit to ever ask them out for ice cream or even to dance. Now living away from the Van Helsings and Wesley Snipes of the world, because they just wanted to belong... but look where they are now.

*awkward silence*

did I forget to mention that I’m a fun time loving person that may or may not be a scorpion? that always slips my mind.

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