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Me: Assssshhhhhh
Ash: Wut
Me: Reeeaaaddd diiisssss *gives her my test we're going over*
This contributes to the theme of the poem because society is too busy with pointless crap to realize we're slowly breaking on the inside.
Ash: O_O
Ash: VANESSA WHAT THE HELL
Me: Too much? .o.
Ash: Y E S.

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11037 FUCKBOYS AND COUNTING (FOURTH RANDOMNESS BOOK BIATCH)
RandomWHY HELLO AGAIN, CINNAMON ROLLS. BACK FOR MORE RANDOM, I SEE. WELP, ONCE AGAIN, I WELCOME YOU BACK TO THY LAND OF RANDOM. HOME OF ALL SHIPS, FUCKBOYS, AND RANDOM SHYTE ALIKE. SAY IT WITH ME NOW, THE GATES ARE NOW OPEN