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Ears of perfecy pink, dangling past it's waist. marble eyes tht reflect agianst the sunlight. a little nose, scrunched in it's little face. it's smile, sewed with a black tread. the perfect little bunny, sitting atop a shelf, rotting away. it has never been touched, held, or even dropped. it just sits there, watching everything that goes on in the room. it see's the little one, a girl dancing with a stuffed lion. it's tail was detatched from it's body, probably in a trash can somewhere. it's eyes, still shinny, but scuffed from hitting the hardwood floor a tad to many times. it fur was still fluffy, but not as fluffy as that bunnies was. she was twirlin git around her room, laughing, smiling, singing. that pink bunny envies that lion, amung all the other stuffed failures sitting onthe shielf. that giraffe that was missing an eye, that frog, it's stuffing popping out, and that stupid ugly cat. no eyes, no ears, nothing, but still onthe little one's top ten list. the little bunny stared at that lion till the little one put him down on her bed before running down stairs. it's eyes squinted, shaking it's head. " so imperfect. so inferior to me"
i thought about this a few days ago, so i wrote it down. yes, it's an evil pink bunny.
i thought the pinkness gave it away whee
 marluxiasflower · Sun Aug 19, 2007 @ 11:07pm · 1 Comments |
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"The Truth Never Set Me Free, So I Did it Myself"
