June 1st
I think about tweeting Birdie to let her know I'm not kidnapped, dying (well, that would be a lie), or transported to Mars, but that would raise questions, and I still don't have answers.
I'm still pretending, just like Johnny Depp on the screen.
Except while he pretends to be a pirate, I pretend I'm not dying.
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little, little birdie
Teen FictionA story about a lonely girl and a boy that can't write poetry.
