Trump won. TRUMP WON.
TRUMP WON?! TRUMP DIDN'T WIN! NUMEROUS BALLOT BOXES WERE DESTROYED, 20 MILLION VOTES WERE NOT COUNTED! I CALL FOUL PLAY! TRUMP IS NOT MY PRESIDENT, I REFUSE!
Trump won. TRUMP WON.
TRUMP WON?! TRUMP DIDN'T WIN! NUMEROUS BALLOT BOXES WERE DESTROYED, 20 MILLION VOTES WERE NOT COUNTED! I CALL FOUL PLAY! TRUMP IS NOT MY PRESIDENT, I REFUSE!
Yay, my mother is putting me down because I've been sick lately and I've started to throw up
Fucking putting me down, blaming my nerves, telling me I suck at online school, but I can do online school just fine with the right encouragement
She doesn't realize nor care
By the grave I saw the storms
Once upon a midnight worth
On that day my soul grew happy
In a kingdom full of sorrows
I awoke and flung the acre
My passion is the splendid cry
Deep into that darkness pitying
Once I sat engaged and distressing
Once upon a midnight lonely
On that day my soul grew cultural
I heard a peak, advanced tarring
Deep into that darkness waiting
I awoke and flung the technique
Much I marvelled the happy method
By the grave I saw the sections
My passion is the nonrepresentational skill
Once I sat engaged and picturing
I awoke and flung the form
My passion is the happy wiliness
By the grave I saw the pictures
Much I marvelled the aesthetic artist
In a kingdom full of starts
Art - tormentor of my dreams
When I thought of the Art