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Bloody RhymeOne, two, buckle my shoe.
It should've been me. Not her. Me.
Three, four, break down the door.
So many questions, but why, why, why?
Five, six, she's next in my mix!
I'd give anything. That's what I'd told the doctor. Blood, a kidney, a new heartwhatever it takes.
Seven, eight, piece of cake!
Three minutes and forty-two seconds. That's all. I left the room for three minutes and forty-two seconds. But he only needed three minutes and forty-one.
Nine, ten, bye bye Jen!
Bloody murder, bloody baker, bloody butcher, they said.
Eleven, twelve, I'll add to my shelve!
Flatline, they said, nothing they can do, they said.
Thirteen, fourteen, I'm getting quite keen!
I'll kill him, and then I'll kill me too. Because its my fault, and I'm guilty, guilty, guilty!
Fifteen, sixteen, is this the sister of that bean?
I'm the trap, and he's the mouse, I'm the bait, and he's the trapper.
Seventeen, eighteen, she couldn't have see
I'M SO BUSY Sorry! >///< I know I said I'd do some stuff, like "oh I'm doing this" or "sign me up," but then I didn't do anything. I really am sorry! I probably will get around to do whatever I said I'd do, but it will probably be late And this also means I will be unable to commit myself or participate in much anything anymore on here (for now)...
The reason I'm so busy: THERE ARE SO MANY REASONS. ;u;
"A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities." Someone
I won't bother you with a long list, but to sum it up... School, a few auditions for this and that, moping about the guy-who-shall-not-be-named, projects, life, and OTHER peoples' lives. Oh, and I was thinking of where to get a job. I kind of always wanted to work at the movie theater...:u
my face is in so much pain right now and this is after I ate my self pity ice cream //sob
Let's go CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY,
'Til we see th
Secret Life of a SnivyTrainers are so dumb, sometimes, I thought to myself. Does he seriously believe he can just go catch every single Pokemon and never run out of Pokeballs? And where does he think all those berries I keep collecting is coming from?
"Snivy, keep up," my young trainer, Nate, called.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. "Snivy!" I replied, in false eagerness.
I dashed over to his heels and looked up at my trainer. I smiled up at him, like a pet Poocheyena, eager to please. He had emerald green eyes and chestnut hair, stuffed in a green-and-white cap. He wore a typical trainer's outfit, with nothing about him being really impressive.
We walked down the path, Nate mindlessly humming to himself. A bush suddenly rustled, just a slight twitch. My eyes narrowed. "Sni."
"Hmm? What's that?" said my trainer, turning to look at me. Before he could say anything, an alluring tune suddenly played out of nowhere. I saw a flash of pink, and I quickly jumped to action.
Nate swooned, and fell to
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