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hey, if any of y'all are still active i'm moving to @trashysalad because this account just has me kinda uninspired? i may come back eventually but yea. new account, new inspiration, newness.

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when you're sick af ): lowkey anyone in my school if you can stop by mrs. willet's room, ms. monfort's room, madame dailey's room, and miss post's room to get my work then bring it here, i'd appreciate that a whole lot tbh

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hey, give me a listen. you corpses of cheer, at least those of you who still got an ear. i'll tell you a story, make a skeleton cry, of our own jubilisciously lovely corpse bride. die, die, we all pass away. don't wear a frown, cause it's really ok. you might try and hide- and you might try to pray- but we all end up the remains of the day. well, our girl was a beauty- known for miles around. a mysterious stranger came into town. he was plenty good lookin' but down on his cash. and our poor little baby, she fell hard and fast. when her daddy said no, she just couldn't cope! so, our lovers came up with a plan to elope. die, die, we all pass away. don't wear a frown, cause it's really ok. you might try and hide- and you might try to pray- but we all end up the remains of the day. yeah, so they conjured up a plan to meet late at night. told not a soul, kept the whole thing tight. now, her mother's wedding dress fit like a glove, "we don't need much- we're already in love. except for a few things, or so i am told; that the family jewels and the satchel of gold". then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree, on a dark foggy night at a quarter to three, she was ready to go- but where was he!? and then? she waited. and then? there in the shadows, was it the man? and then? her little heart beat so loud- and then?- and then, baby, everything went black. now, when she opened her eyes, she was dead as dust. her jewels were missing and her heart was bust. so, she made a vow right under that tree, that she'd wait for her true love to come set her free- always waiting for someone to ask for her hand. when- out of the blue- comes this groovy young man, who vows forever to be by her side, and that's the story of our corpse bride. die, die, we all pass away. don't wear a frown, cause it's really ok. you might try and hide- and you might try to pray- but we all end up the remains of the day.

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Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man, of my virtue I am justly proud. Beata Maria, you know I am so much purer than the common, vulgar, licentious crowd. then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there-
          why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul! I feel her, I see her. the sun caught in her raven hair is blazing in me out of all control! like fire, Hellfire, this fire in my skin. this burning desire is turning me to sin- it's not my fault! I'm not to blame! it is the gypsy girl, the witch, who cast this flame! it's not my fault, if in God's plan, he made the devil so much stronger than a man! protect me, Maria! don't let this siren cast her spell, don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone. destroy Esmerelda and let her taste the fires of Hell- or else let her be mine and mine alone! Hellfire, dark fire. now gypsy, it's your turn. choose me, or your pyre. be mine or you will burn. God have mercy on her, God have mercy on me.. but she will be mine or she will burn!

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we're at 400 how i never update. ok new book for you guys because 400 is almost 420 so ily. tbh tho, sorry but i'm like losing motivation for my current books so idk. i'll update eventually but rn for those books it's almost like a chore.