Medulla Oblongatta
Hysterical
A poemThere is no wrong answer, they say But as soon as you speak they throw you away Hope dwindles down to all but a speck Then your heart turns into one big wreck Then sleep forever in a wooden case And cry about all you embrace Days have met their final match Dispite the things they hope to catch The taste of blood and fire explain A part of the reason they've all gone insane The worst for best and best for last Your future seems like one big past So hope to god, all as well, we know we'll see them all in hellA poem
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Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost, never actually lost.
The Akatsuki is secretly a model agency, 8/9 are sexy, coincidence? I think not.(copy if you think this is true)
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