I am at the store. It's nothing much. Just a store. I am there to buy oreos. I want oreos so I can eat my sorrows away. I am done with the world in all honestly. It's draining to exist. I don't like it. All I want is the cold and sweet release. But why have that when I can have oreos? Besides, oreos are much more tasty.
I go home. Then I open up my oreos and consume. Oreos have helped me through hard times. They were there for me when no one else was. They may just be food, but they kept me stable.
I then feel a pain in my throat. I'm choking. Soon I'm dead. I get what I want now. Death and oreos.
Who could ask for more?
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this is one where i go to the store then die
Humornothing else that's it. i go to the store and die. and it's poetic. cw for death obviously
