Individual Roleplay

Individual Roleplay

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Back in the day pop's farm was the place to go Load the truck up hit the dirt road, Jump the barbwire spread the word Light the bonfire then call the girls The king in the can and the Marlboro man Jack and Jim were a few good men When we learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too Better watch out for the boys in blue And all this small town he said she said Ain't it funny how rumors spread Like I know something ya'll don't know Man that talk is getting old Man mind your business watch your mouth Before I have to knock your loud mouth out I'm tired of talking man ya'll ain't listenin' Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin' Yeah I'm chilling on a dirt road, Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones, Smoke rollin' out the window, An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right I'm hittin' easy street in mud tires I sit back and think about them good ol' days The way we were raised and our southern ways And we like cornbread and biscuits If it's broke round here we fix it I can take ya'll where you need to go Down to my hood and back in them woods We do it different 'round here that's right And we sure do it good and we do it all night So if you really wanna know how it feels To get off the road with a truck and four wheel Jump on in tell yo' friends And we'll be raising hell where the black top ends I'm chilling on a dirt road, Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones, Smoke rollin' out the window, An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right I'm hittin' easy street in mud tires that's right. That song was so long I had to cut some of it out to fit😂😂😂 What? You guys should be able to read the title
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Sam: I was raised the way that teaches you to be selfless. That's what I was doing my whole life. Taking care of my little brother when my parents couldn't or didn't want to, helping with chores, working, doing my best at school so I don't embarrass my family name, following my father's dreams and mothers expectations. Everything for them, to satisfy them, to please them. No one was ever satisfied with me though, I'm never good enough for no one. So as usual I bought a drink to reward myself for a once again perfect score on the exam. One drink turns into five and I find myself following some guy with pretty eyes. What I didn't know is that next time we meet I'm not going to be the one drunk and it's not going to be the last time I see him either. Quite the opposite, he'll manage to turn my life upside down, ruining it completely, and only the end of the world will be able to fix all of it. Daryl: When I was younger I used to think I was born with a curse in my blood, but then I understood that life is just a bitch. From my mother's death to surviving under my father's thumb and then jumping under Merle's. Whole my life I stood neck deep in shit, be it bird shit, my own shit or my family's. Every day is a stupid fight to not drown in that pool of shit, and for years the only thing keeping me floating were drugs and alcohol. But then, this bloody sunshine dropped into my life. After all the years of violence and roughness I grew to crave him like a secret drug. His gentle touch, his unconditional love and care. As much as my scarred soul craves it, this thing between us is crossing all the lines and breaking all the rules I knew. So I drown in ecstasy and weed even more, trying to figure myself out, so lost in my own bullshit that I didn't notice that his perfect life isn't as good as he says it is, and when I finally open my eyes, he's gone. He's fucking gone, and world is too, or at least the way we knew it.

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