i am
crying... for my lost love
bleeding... on the linoleum
flying... to the angels
it's peaceful here
but not happy
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in life, i was a cruel woman
i think
i always get my verb tenses wrong
apparently
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i hit innocent children with wrenches for no reason
and i sob randomly when more drama is needed
often, i faint for no good reason
except for that my love interest of the week
may stroke my face and prove how gentle he can
be
yeah
that sounds about right
i think
i dunno for sure
see,
this author is indecisive
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so then
some stuff happened
yep
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i was raped
yep
it was dramatic
i cried for weeks
and proceeded to angst about it to anyone who
appeared to give half a shit
except...
my therapist
screw him and/or her
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and then i fell in love in the following chapter
and love conquers all
so my heart was healed
i kissed my love
once
and with no further provocation needed
i conceived
immaculately
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but then
the author got in a bad mood one day
oh no
you can tell where this is going
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.
and without spell checking
the author wrote angst.
uNnEcEsSaRy CaPiTaL lEtTeRs WeRe InClUdEd.
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so then
my lover of the week
it was envy i think
or edward
or roy
oh god i'm such a whore
(insert angst here)
anyway
whoever he was,
he went to war
and like, died i guess
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then i lost my immaculately conceived baby
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gasp!
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angst
angst
angst
angst
angst
so sad was i
that all that stuff had happened
that i killed myself
hence the opening scene
no need to scroll back
i copy/pasted to save you time
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i am
crying... for my lost love
bleeding... on the linoleum
flying... to the angels
it's peaceful here
but not happy
.
.
.
you see i killed myself in a bathtub
poetically
it's the chic way to die.
seriously guys
slashing your wrists in the bathtub is the new hanging
red is the new black
and black,
so as not to be left out,
was made the color of some random symbolic roses
some clichés i forgot to mention
raven,
teardrop,
um
hearts?
alcohol
have i already mentioned teardrop?
well then lets repeat the beginning verse
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i am
crying... for my lost love
bleeding... on the linoleum
flying... to the angels
it's peaceful here
but not happy
.
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look, now its repetition
i learned that in english class
woohoo
literary devices!
now i must sound intelligent
riiiiiiiiiiiiiight?
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okay
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one more repetition
for final impact
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i am
crying... for my lost love
bleeding... on the linoleum
flying... to the angels
it's peaceful here
but not happy
.
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my name is
winry rockbell
and i am
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out
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of
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character.