These humans, the ones who ran tests on me, stripped my wings, they didn't see me as a being. Just an animal. Yet one of them, who was fond of me, gave me a name. I can't remember her. Her body, voice, touch. It's tearing me from the inside out. Surely there is something.
How long has it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? How long has it been since I've been me? In my own body. Has this form of mine grown on me, hould I return to my old body? Or remain in the stars for eternity? Perhaps become something more sacred, something more beloved.
Nothing's better than a fresh smoothie in the summer, and Star's gonna need your help to make sure she stays hydrated!
50❤️ = 🍎➡️👄
100🔁 = 🍉➡️🍑
Since this is just for fun I'll update it whenever I get a little free time! Just be careful, smoothies have a lot of calories! 😉