I live-d in a hurricane,
And I am a mess maker,
The combination is a
Entertaining terror,
And It’s sometimes impossible
To remember the possibilities
But I was given a weapon.
And I attacked my house.
“I CALL UPON THE DEVIL OF DIRT!”
I compell you dirt, be gone!
And veeeeruuuummmm,
*poof*
I am powerful
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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