Glitter. What do you think of when you hear glitter? Glitter glue? Glitter... make up? Glitter upon lips? It was Glitter, I think. She always talked about tragedies. Tragedy's tricks, she called them. Ironic, isn't it? She always had glitter upon her lips. She was amazing, you know. Amazing. Cheerful. Hopeful. Glittery. 'Guess that's how she got her name. 414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSnKMEyEfmg
Glitter. She was the opposite of Blue. Blue was Blue. They couldn't be the same anyways. Glitter was... well... it's hard to explain it. She was amazing, though, you know? Really amazing. I said it already, but... somehow you just can't say it enough. Glitter was everywhere. Glitter was on the tips of cats' ears, and on the raindrops that fell from the sky. Each beady drop.
You could be wondering about how Glitter could be cheerful, hopeful, and well... glittery, if she always talked about tragedies. Glitter had a happy inside. She was happy girl. A good girl. She never frayed from where she couldn't stay. That might sound awfully strange, and maybe even impossible, but Glitter was impossible.
Babbling. He sure is my friend. But, I assure you. I'm not babbling. I'm not babbling nonsense. If only you knew.
Glitter. Glitter. Glitter. What am I going to do with you?
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