Yes. I am a busker. I was thinking about making a new world to be my "diary of a busker" world, but then I thought I'd just merge it with this one. Any objections? good.
Busker: Noun, meaning a person who plays and instrument or performs so...
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I just looked at my arm and It was bleeding... I cut it a while ago. only part of the cut was bleeding, so I smeared to the blood over the rest of it because I read somewhere that your blood is sorta antiseptic, and I was to lazy to go get a band-aid... and then I realized I still had sparkles on my finger from an art thing... so now the blood on my arm has blue sparkles in it, and I think this might be some sorta cosmic message, but maybe not. Maybe I'm just a girl, home alone, writing about pain and blood and sparkles. Something tells me that's more likely.