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🧡 Cool Guy 🧡
⚡⚡ Let’s be friends for future games ⚡⚡
🌟🌟 Have a wonderful year🌟🌟
💫💫 Loving CS💫💫
🔥🔥🔥+REP 🔥🔥🔥
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Gender no longer exists
We all identify as different flavors of doritos
I am cool ranch and this is my story
(。・ω・。)つ━☆・*。
⊂ ノ ・゜+.
しーJ °。+ *´¨)
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(¸.•´ (¸.•’*
You'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend
You'd fall in love with
In the end we'd be laughing
Watching the sunset
Fade to black
Show the names
Play that happy song
I ♥♥♥♥ the moon on various
branches of the pine
bounding, sprinting
♥♥♥♥ in the cold -
only my own footsteps
on the bridge.
An autumn eve;
There is joy too,
In streaking
--- ru Ō shbee (circa 711), loose translation
But it all changed that day. Something changed inside me. They no longer loved me, revered me. They hated me, like the monster I was. I don't blame the boy, I don't blame his parents; I blame myself.
Even now, as I feel myself slipping away, as I'm losing touch, I can only forgive. The line between man and ape is slim, and no matter to which you belong, humanity must always prevail. Never forget me. Never forget my story.
*Read the first letter of each line, and you shall see: who I am; who I will always be.
At least, for me it was. Every day, I woke up to the sweet, succulent chirping of dodo birds; hippos bathing in the cool, clear streams; and the Cincinnati Wildlife Guide's deep voice, warm as milk, over the interactive educational panels.
Remember the good times, my mother used to say. I was just seventeen years old, a mere child. I had a long life ahead of me, she used to say.
And life was good in the jungle. I was the king of my social circle; I was a social butterfly. My life had great potential, my father used to say. I could have any gal I wanted, he used to say.
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