Anyway, I was being an over fanatic of Cave Story. I kept telling my manga people to download it lol.
AND MUH HAND HURTS LIKE HELL!!! FURTHERMORE, ITS MY RIGHT HAND. For the hate of the devil...
anyway, lets create a random poem in 6 minutes, shall I?
She who had the wrong soul
he slapped her forehead
And she groaned
he tried to talk,
but for face
he stopped.
it was a squeak that came out in his voice
he looked at the ground
his hands are small
like a girl's
he closed his eyes
this isn't happening, he thought
I can't be a 'her'
But he is a her.
For she had the wrong soul.
Okay, it has a deep meaning within it, so for those who could figure it out, *hands over a machine gun with no ammo in it*
COLLECTION!!!
okay gtg have to go for some damnation design class.
*groans* I hate design...
