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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Me no own
So you no sue/center/i
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Wanted, I was wanted for something for once. Yet why did if have to be for the murder of children, I grew up without any parents, my only father figure was a preacher who loved us all like we were his own? Mr. Wolfwood, how I shall miss my father. No one has ever understood why a woman like myself carries around a gun like I do. It's been twenty years since I was a three year old hearing the news that daddy won't be coming home and it been twenty-two years since I was placed into his life and on that path I now walk. My gun is my life, I do not kill, I hate killing but I have killed before now. Growing up I killed on a close to enough people to rack up to my age.
Twenty-three people are dead, and five deaths I didn't do were placed to my name and I was now wanted for them. Because the killer was described as a slender twenty some odd woman with dark hair and a large gun. That would be a vague description of me, should you people even bother to take a side glance at me. Still I go from town to town living my life in peace, all my belongings being a couple changes of clothes, boots, a jug for water, a ration supply, money and my gun.. Plus my jeep. I am constantly run out of town, maybe that is my reason for stopping out here in this vast desert.. Looking for the answers that are not there.
bWhy children/b ......... That rang through my head over and over again. But still made no sense.
I cannot kill children, not when I grew up the way I did, not when I had a pup of my own to take care of. I knew how mothers felt should their young be taken from them, my own though not mine by blood had been given to me by a late friend a man who had protected me when father was away, iLegato /i.... Staring down to the pup as she slept curled up I mused silently over everything that has happened, yet staring out I catch that glimpse of the person who seems to show up at every town I do... i the man who allowed my father to die... Vash/i
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|| ~ So what ya think so far? Hehe, yep only the first glimpse of what is to come.. this shall be a series but since I am very lazy at even starting to think about typing everything up, please be paitent and wait for me to get over writers block, girlfriend moving in and well, my mother trying to set me up with a nice catholic girl. Geez Mama I'm a lesbian not a doll, wanker off alright? Bai Bai!!! ~ ||
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Wanted, I was wanted for something for once. Yet why did if have to be for the murder of children, I grew up without any parents, my only father figure was a preacher who loved us all like we were his own? Mr. Wolfwood, how I shall miss my father. No one has ever understood why a woman like myself carries around a gun like I do. It's been twenty years since I was a three year old hearing the news that daddy won't be coming home and it been twenty-two years since I was placed into his life and on that path I now walk. My gun is my life, I do not kill, I hate killing but I have killed before now. Growing up I killed on a close to enough people to rack up to my age.
Twenty-three people are dead, and five deaths I didn't do were placed to my name and I was now wanted for them. Because the killer was described as a slender twenty some odd woman with dark hair and a large gun. That would be a vague description of me, should you people even bother to take a side glance at me. Still I go from town to town living my life in peace, all my belongings being a couple changes of clothes, boots, a jug for water, a ration supply, money and my gun.. Plus my jeep. I am constantly run out of town, maybe that is my reason for stopping out here in this vast desert.. Looking for the answers that are not there.
bWhy children/b ......... That rang through my head over and over again. But still made no sense.
I cannot kill children, not when I grew up the way I did, not when I had a pup of my own to take care of. I knew how mothers felt should their young be taken from them, my own though not mine by blood had been given to me by a late friend a man who had protected me when father was away, iLegato /i.... Staring down to the pup as she slept curled up I mused silently over everything that has happened, yet staring out I catch that glimpse of the person who seems to show up at every town I do... i the man who allowed my father to die... Vash/i
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|| ~ So what ya think so far? Hehe, yep only the first glimpse of what is to come.. this shall be a series but since I am very lazy at even starting to think about typing everything up, please be paitent and wait for me to get over writers block, girlfriend moving in and well, my mother trying to set me up with a nice catholic girl. Geez Mama I'm a lesbian not a doll, wanker off alright? Bai Bai!!! ~ ||