I have a friend. :)
Her name is Miranda. She's 22 years old and hates people. Her friends keep telling her to grow up since she acts like a kid. But she didn't act like a kid. She get out of the city and move to a little town. A silent town with eerie noise during nights. She turns peculiar each and everyday. Her thought scathing critically. Her brain respond tactlessly. She wants to die. She wants to run away from everything, from everyone.
It's been so long that I haven't seen her. Yesterday, I saw Miranda. She's a tree now. Gloom. She looks so distressed. She spreads death. She doesn't recognize me anymore.
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