

She lost her art.She used to be creative. She used to know how to write, and words used to tumble, sometimes playfully like clumsy puppies with droopy ears getting caught under their own feet and causing play fights, and sometimes like chemical fire, burning, scorching, with intent to severely injure and kill, from her brain to her fingers to her keyboard. She could write of love as though she had only loved once with no regrets, and she could write hate as though it was the only thing she knew. She could paint the last sunset on Earth without ever knowing it. She could paint the first sunrise. She could draw the embodiment of God and she could mould the evilShe lost her art.
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Sometimes tears are like chocolate, they just have less calories.
I WATCHED IT.
And it was fine, I sat through it.
HOW THE F*CK DID HE STAND THAT THOUGH?
HONESTLY, HOW F*CKING PAINFUL.
SRSLY.
Lol, "MUUUM!!?"
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Holy skitzophrenia, Batman!
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Amber Barbeler
I KNOOOOOOOW. HE TOTES FAILS.
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Holy skitzophrenia, Batman!
The amazing thing is how you could hear the glass and everything, but the guy didn't make a friggin sound.
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Amber Barbeler
Omg lmao, you should have watched to the end.
The whole time he's totally calm, doesn't shake or make a sound or anything.
And then at the end he stands up, all calm, and steps backwards a few feet, still calm, then turns a little and screams:
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOM!?"
It's classic.
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Holy skitzophrenia, Batman!
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Amber Barbeler
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Holy skitzophrenia, Batman!
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