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Dear Journal,
Today I cut my wrists and wrote a poem. That is all.
Emo McJoePants
P.S: I like tight pants
I DON'T THINK SO MR PANTS! TIGHT PANTS ARE UNCOMFORTABLE AND STINKY, LIKE MUSTARD. On an unrelated topic, mustard is gross. Whoever eats it has no taste buds or is a giraffe. You won't be taking over this planet Giraffe's! Not on my watch, you son of a bitch! *random gunfire*
And thus, the world was saved....but at what cost?
The End
Today I cut my wrists and wrote a poem. That is all.
Emo McJoePants
P.S: I like tight pants
I DON'T THINK SO MR PANTS! TIGHT PANTS ARE UNCOMFORTABLE AND STINKY, LIKE MUSTARD. On an unrelated topic, mustard is gross. Whoever eats it has no taste buds or is a giraffe. You won't be taking over this planet Giraffe's! Not on my watch, you son of a bitch! *random gunfire*
And thus, the world was saved....but at what cost?
The End