My turn to make my very own thread.
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Thread Topic: My turn to make my very own thread.
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you're welcome SelZel
you don't have so much time during the week
Okie.
Oh, something original? Okay, give me time, then. -
popsicles are life
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I beg to differ
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Ok.
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god I'm sleepy
I don't want to sing
help -
I don't know how to help go to sleep and play dead Milady
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well then you're wrong
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nuh uh
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have you watched the west cooking vids
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Maru ..holld me.
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no sorry
*cuddles Danny into boobs* -
I'm going to message you..
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Oh, darling, I felt the ground shake,
and oh, sweetheart, I can taste your hate,
and yes! Baby! I've seen the clouds.
You're bringing them on your way down.
And crash! Scream! Claw at the sky.
There's nothing here to catch you by.
Break like thunder, fall like rain.
Now watch your life go down the drain.
And oh! I was just so content.
Why did you have to bring the wolves again?
The world is small but it echos well,
makes it easy to leave myself.
And you, love! You roar again.
Bare your fangs with dulling ends.
The same old war cry, same old teeth.
Lost your mind and lost the sheath.
No idea just when to quit,
well hit the ground, somehow you missed.
The blood runs quick in thinning veins
and waits to break, you've yet to say
a single word worth listening to.
Tired cliches and they're tired of you.
So growl like thunder, rise like flames.
Then die down in your own mistakes.
That wicked grin is much too tame.
You weren't built to fight this way.
Bring the wolves and bring the fight
but this is it, the last goodbye. -
my anger gives me sudden lyrical capabilities and I think that is really awful
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Didn't I tell you?
Absolutely.
Wait, who told who?
You told me.
Oh.
Yeah.
Well.
Finish the song immediately. This is a good start.
Right, I guess I should. I need to touch up some of these lines, though. They're kind of weak.
I like them.
They don't follow the right pattern. Not exactly. They will soon.
Mhm.
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