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Just a bite of Yaya's biscuit
Which has a green unknown poison
Not just has a horrible taste
But make him go insane
Unable to control his emotion
He feels an infinite joy
Laughing with crazy happiness
Eating the poisonous biscuits
Just make it even worse
Unable to resist it anymore
He becomes his powerful version
Glittering blue eyes
Blue and white outfit
And a hoverboard to fly on!
He is cute and powerful
But he is playful and arrogant
Making BoBoiBoy Petir angry
Till he becomes BoBoiBoy Halilintar
They attack each other
To prove who is stronger
Violate wind is stronger than fast lightning
But it can't deal with powerful earth
To stop his crazy happiness and joy
Making him sad and cry is the cure
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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