The pink color loving boy only wanted to master in cooking and culinary things, accepting his creative side instead going all macho and people bought it like fresh type as he became a trap and fell into one himself. Everywhere he goes, they keep shouting love in a democracy maneuver that made him feel sick cause it wasn't real. Slowly he gave up on love like a matter of poetry he thought is useless and got mad like casanova always mocking the cursed good girl, who nevertheless believed in love.

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[A conversation between me and Green.
As much I remember, I was his bunny.]

The witch queen wants my heart
- she wants everyone's heart don't think you're too special
I-I wasn't..
- save it.
-
- I know you're special..
- how?
- do you hate me?
-no..
- then make me yours

- I don't do black magic as people says so..hope you understand that I have no intention in making you mine

Green looked into her eyes, in a serious way,then smiled, "I hate you you're stupid," and pressed his body more into her fragiled self, and looked out at the window, asking, "why do they say you have strange abilities "
-i don't know people tell me the same and more about you
Still you look at me without that look he whispered and moaned,
- you make me happy in a odd way
-" oh I know what ways

And it disturbing if someone else does it

-why so girl
- um I don't feel much around you
Maybe I actually like you. !
giggling as realizing a funny feeling
He was giving a blade cut on her thigh..
- now now

What will you call this love
Sweetheart I'm no good, do you understand?

- not much, I'll call us the numbingly sweet

- oh unhealthy thing we are birdy

- birdy, yes why

- wired. You. Lovely little bird.
Your head needs to get clean, oneday.
- what will happen after that?
- I don't know, maybe either of you will be gone
or become free.
- whichever happens, will we be still come by this room? "
Being unsure what were we doing there, what connects him, the wish was again to meet him.

He didn't reply, he knew even if he told her, she wouldn't get it..that he wasn't her friend, he was her enemy. She is tortured so much that she has forgotten other things. It makes him sad sometimes that they are in each other's enemy team. They only talk when she wakes up after the black out, half awake, done, split up like two branches of tress.

A conversation quite repetitive perhaps and afterwards meeting Green, she remembers like old deja vu where mother of her would be strange with rage and terrible sobs. It used to make her wonder was she really a bad person.

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"Where were you?"Her mother dressed in orange long gown,matching with firy eyes digs in shoulder flesh like she could prefer reaping some off of..
-in a class?
Replying and worried about her mother, she can see her beautiful mother again got that crazy expression on her sweaty red face
- lying to me?" Mrs. Otago seems in little bit in controlled state after.
- no
-"what were you doing?"
-talking about literature
- "no no you were doing it...!!!!" then and there losing it like extreme mood swings..
-doing what?
"non-stop playing " she said in a mocking smirk
-"no I was in a class" being absolutely clueless..yet she knows she was in a punishment, as she forgot to bring her homework and she can not say it seeing her mother's mood is already off
-" I don't know why you get mad at me mother" trying to figure out why she is exactly mad at her...
I only try to be better "
- How dare you mock me
He needs me not you
- who ?
- "You slut
Go die you disgusting piece of shit
How come you are my daughter
How you are prettiest when you look so ugly
The prince is mine
Do you understand??! "
- "prince? What are you talking about?",now to Donna everything seems to complex to understand, suddenly why mother is talking about who? The prince from the story book, that I love? The frog prince? Or Prince Edmund? I like them both..' she thought, and thought, maybe that's where it started, her overthinking state of mind.
"Is this is how she is hating me, cause I can't read?" asking and unable to get the situation she would say on,
"I don't.
You don't?
No
"Then this is how it will end
You are nothing to me then."
-"please don't say that"..
That is what she could say ,before she could say more she saw her mother coming towards her in a strange abnormal walking manner and there's a chainsaw noise hit her while mix of like if tinker bell furiously shaking her bell, while slowly everything starts to flatten like tire puncher and some objects floated in the air like a hypnotic trick as her hellish mother inject slow poison in her blood with sleeping potion. A gothic woman with crazy hairstyle laughs in hysterics whispered her, believe in magic beforedisappearing. After that the unknown hours of her life unpauses.
The unknown hour is a nightmare, her soul let her know as she becomes enjoyment for the men in the whole colony and VIP people. Young blood tastes good after all. They cheers on power as the moon saw it all.

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When she remembers and is hopeless, asks moon, her nonchalant voice, bunny on the sub planet, to surround darkness around like a cloaking bomb, aren't we alike? She buries her body in the nothingness as she imagine the black sky, a big drape, moon accepts her call (but no one knew) and won't die of shame when she's naked slave.

Her friends her betrayers her family her users, her one sided lover, fully insane, a utilizerer,
her admirer, her torturer...

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Ivan calls Donna, a small shimmerball
Only cause she likes poetry
only rolling away in a trapped area like meant to be, really wish her to become a bird, tells her to believe in a second life
Whispers a good line or two even though she's out of her senses..every time she close her eyes, not being able to fight anymore, when he moves on; to another girl to play with.
Hauntingly everyone wants him except her. It disturbs him to the core. Foolishly he want to believe in love like her. He wouldn't ever say it but he feels almost not annoyed when it's her. It scared him how why likes to go against her will.
"fly away deary don't fall asleep." He murmurs. (/ It was a Wednesday.
She likes it around time of the week.till now. ) Perhaps she does that, leaves her body at those confusing times, when she's the prey of evil eyes.

      The hijjibiees of food, creeps her out, as girls all starts to fight, she just couldn't, she hates violence. Everybody wants love and to be loved. As for her, the current D doesn't want to be like everyone. She wants find the fighters. She still wants to live at sudden moments. She has her broken dreams and bones dusted in jar. Like the Jar she gifted him, on his birthday, does he remember her?

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