And wear all black and listen to the cure or whatever it is emo kids listen to now and sit in the dark all day writing poetry about ANGST and SUFFERING and the TORMENTS OF MY SOUL under the FASCIST REGIME Of my parents who do not UNDERSTAND
But my buckets of woe are ENDLESS and do OVERFLOW mightly swamping my entire existance in a TIDAL WAVE of WOE that drowns out all light, all hope, every spark of life.
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*SWOONS*
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Feh, not nearly enough people watching.
*waits for people to wake up, and swoons again*
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WOE FOR THE LACK OF MIV
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(any word yet? you at work or home today?)
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WOE IS ME, THEY ARE MAKING ME WAIT
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Here, have a BUCKET OF WOE, I have plenty to spare!
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WHEN I WAS ALIVE, there was HOPE but now I AM HOPELESSLY LOST AND MY WOE SHALL SPILL OVER THE FLAME BOARD
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WOE IS YOU :P
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