

May I be born yet?She looks down at the bulging stomach below her. The one that wont allow her to see her feet.May I be born yet?
The baby whispers, May I be born yet? Not yet. The Mother replies. The baby kicks. I want to come out. Not yet. I want to keep you inside. The mother thinks, if she keeps her baby inside, she can protect it forever. You cant come out yet. The world is not safe. I want to see the world. I want to feel it. The baby says. You will. I promise you will. Just hold on longer. The world is not good enough for you. Just wait a little
ID.2| Was: the little girl who used to set aside a whole batch of Easter eggs for herself, so that she wouldn't have to go through the trouble of searching the entire park like every other idiot. Is: the teenage girl who runs from fandom to fandom trying to procrastinate by any means necessary to get away from geometry homework. Also tends to throw sarcasm around like confetti. Will: be continuing to act like a child because, honestly, aging, mortality and change scare the shit out of her. But onto The Basics: Name: Alysa Sex: No thanks, I’m too young. Age: 15 going on 16 (you know, unlike all those other kids who are, like, 13 going on 21 and shit) Location: Tamaulipas, México Dream: Live with no regrets. Art: Is a work in progress. I don’t claim to be a pro, but there’s something about sharing that keeps me on this site. Fandom: Mostly stuff like X-men (all universes), NANA, Bleach and Naruto. Music: I like to dabble among all genres. Nothing is discriminated. Other junk: I am seriously a huge carnie fan. If there’s a carnival or circus or festival in town, you’ll know for a fact I’m there. |

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