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Ugly
Shades turning from white to grey
I feel it eating my visage
Memories rotting, won’t stay
Distant feelings, like a mirage
A faceless mask makes me numb
I trace fingertips along scars
I know I’ve gone deaf and dumb
A locust flits through prison bars
Cancer on black wings, lovely
How can anyone feel or say
This disease makes me ugly
Hard to look at or look away
Shades turning from white to grey
I feel it eating my visage
Memories rotting, won’t stay
Distant feelings, like a mirage
A faceless mask makes me numb
I trace fingertips along scars
I know I’ve gone deaf and dumb
A locust flits through prison bars
Cancer on black wings, lovely
How can anyone feel or say
This disease makes me ugly
Hard to look at or look away
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How to Take Care of a Hoody
How to Take Care of a Hoody
Written by Masky
1. Under no surcumstance is Hoody allowed to have any sugar after his bedtime
2. No matter how many tmes Hoody begs he cannot have "Crunchie Munchies" for breakfast
3. Do not go along with Hoody's assumption that he is Batman just to shut him up, he will jump out the window just to prove himself
4. Hoody isn't allowed to steal from Alex anymore
5. Do not let Hoody hide anymore Junk food underneath his pillow
6. Do not let Hoody watch Saw
7. Please do not let H
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Creepypasta Lullaby
Come little children, come with me,
I'll take you to a land of fantasy,
Have you heard, of this great place?
It's called Creepypasta, the land you'll grace.
My friends who live here are great and strong,
Mightier than even Donkey Kong.
We are here, it looks quite dreadful,
You can't leave, don't make me chuckle!
You are trapped, here in this place,
I am your guide, you can't replace,
So follow me pace for pace.
Here we go, the walk has started.
Come now, and don't be so guarded!
Here we have a murderer now, he's on that mound.
He'll kill you quick, faster than sound.
His face is white, his smile is big,
He'll say "Go to slee
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Jeff The Killer X Reader (Scenario) Pt 3
You decided to, once more, shrug off your impressions. You were going to attempt to find a seat, but Jeffs' grip on your hand was too much.
"Why don't you sit next to me?" The smile still plastered to his face, he walked dead center of the room. "I think this is a good viewing spot." He took his seat and urged you to sit beside him.
You took the seat, still unsure of your feelings about him. You sat down cautiously and folded your hands, just sitting, feeling your heart rate increase. You were never good on the first day of school, and you were never good with people.
Being with Jeff didn't help.
You stared at the clock. Great, the teache
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A short vent poem about my current bout of depression, prompted by said depression.
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