Post by apple jones on Aug 2, 2015 12:43:45 GMT
Fight me, until i bleed All this bad blood here Won’t you let it dry? It’s been cold for years Won’t you let it lie? If we’re only ever looking back We will drive ourselves insane As the friendship goes resentment grows We will walk our different ways |  |
Etched on the small winded road. there's no such thing as the small possibilities left unanswered. All she can do now is walk and walk. at this given moment, there is a small desirable chance even she can find something worthwhile. Small steps. It shouldn't be much. The pokémon walking beside her is a humanoid pokémon with a pale purple body and brown hips and feet that resemble short pants and shoes. What better name than to call this one, Alpha? First pokémon should always be the first given name of an alphabet. Next, all she needed now is Beta, choices. Choices. What's her next pokémon to capture?
Precautionary measures, this is the matter now. First come, is here. Route 101, a simple place to be if she wants to go beyond right now. She should be on guard, but somehow, she isn't. As if she's awaiting for someone to jump her right now. Who was it, or what is it that would pop out of nowhere? Wait for it, wait for it.
Precautionary measures, this is the matter now. First come, is here. Route 101, a simple place to be if she wants to go beyond right now. She should be on guard, but somehow, she isn't. As if she's awaiting for someone to jump her right now. Who was it, or what is it that would pop out of nowhere? Wait for it, wait for it.
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