Tiny Bunny Explores the Yard
Thanks, falsepercepti0n!
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don’t help and you can’t compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.Bright Eyes, Bowl of Oranges
You were the switch on the wall in the dark of the hall that I’m still fumbling for.
Because I’m lost in the black, I don’t know where I am. I have my arms stretched out in front, and I’m calling your name just as loud as I can.
Ringbearer Bunny Is Ready for the Big Day
Happy Bunday! Thanks, vindictiverot!
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