

Terribly StrangeDahlia sighed, fanning herself with an old newspaper. Warm, stale air moved across her face with all the pleasantness of a slug. Sooooo boredddd . Dahlia had been lying there, half-comatose, for days. She flipped through the channels, not really paying much attention to whatever was on. Dahlia was dying of boredom. Suffocating from it. It was poisoning her blood, tainting the air, it made food bitter and the light grey and dreary. She rolled over, dropping off the beat up red couch she had been draped across and landing with a thud on her face. One arm up, the second. Hoohah! Come on She shTerribly Strange
Heh, I'm privileged. I get to see all the art before it gets uploaded AND I inspire some of it. W00t.
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There's a monster living under my skin
Feeding on hate, feeding on sin
What a useful thing he is
The praise is mine, the blame is his
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Derp Derp Derp Cactus Derp Derp Derp
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ughh...there should be like...a link to my profile down here...
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There's a monster living under my skin
Feeding on hate, feeding on sin
What a useful thing he is
The praise is mine, the blame is his
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Try not Know not; he who asks with kindness needs no respect in his words.
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There's a monster living under my skin
Feeding on hate, feeding on sin
What a useful thing he is
The praise is mine, the blame is his
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Try not Know not; he who asks with kindness needs no respect in his words.
I don't know what you just said, but I'll assume it was an insult...or something?
NO, U.
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There's a monster living under my skin
Feeding on hate, feeding on sin
What a useful thing he is
The praise is mine, the blame is his
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