the burning effagies of my soul anguish with bitter desires of what once was. i will forever be wary of my volatile emotions and exist in a misanthropic state of mind until that solitary specimen of beauty who possesses the tattered shards of the once plenary core of my emotions returns to nestle her sweet head in my aching, emo bosom. if only i
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hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah.
maeve that was amazing, thank you.
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"nestle her sweet head in my aching, emo bosom"
is probably one of the greates lines to ever have been written in american literaure.
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