Sometimes when I have long periods of nothing to do I think
I think about what could happen to me.
in irrational situations.
The sky could fall.
I could get eaten by a whale.
my arms would fall apart once the glue that holds me together breaks.
my feet could stop working
i could become an ant
i could be a mermaid
i could fly.
and then my brain starts to hurt
and I am forced to stop.
The end.
love, Hannah
xoxo
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