If I had 3 wishes I'd throw away 2 and chuck them into the screaming air.
Keep them if you find them... if there's anyone there.
Now listen, Stars, genies, wish-granters. I may be brash but I am not one for banter. I want to be a storm. Big and loud and marching to the sounds of alarm.
Instead of the runner- She knows the wind must pass over before she finds peace, but she'll keep running.
Instead of the chaser- She wants to catch thunder for a flash of what it feels like to be living. But at the end of the day, she's still only running.
I wish to be run from.
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Natalie Scivally
I'm just here to throw my writing at the wall until something sticks-- and hopefully stays long enough to grow a fungus that'll eat away at the wall and let me break into the industry :) Welcome to my page.
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