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One PuffOne puff, two puff, Three puff, four, Now shes lying On the floorOne Puff
Five puff, six puff, Cant you wait? Just one more puff, Seven puff, eight
Now the pills come, Nine pill, ten, And Its all Begun again


WeeklyIts on a Monday that I'm dreaming And on a Tuesday that I fall For on Wednesday I am dying And by Thursday I am calledWeekly
My dreams have all but scattered When I fall I am most dead My heart is only shattered But all is in my head.
The rejection of your voice From far across the room Leaves me gasping for a breath Before I breathe the gloom.
By then I have reached Friday The day I lose myself If tears were gold that Id collect Id most surely have great wealth
And so then Saturday comes along Standing


Story of the MorbidPlease excuse my morbid ways For this tale needs to be told And to leave out just one detailStory of the Morbid
Would be so very bold
This story begins on a Tuesday The third day of the week When all the world stopped for her- The tiny girl in pink
Her dress made of the finest silk White ribbons in her hair You could get a glimpse of her If only you would dare
For she was a predestined child Condemned to tragedy Since she first learned to talk She spoke such blasphemy
Her mother shushed her every word Her father threw her out  
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"Sweeney Todd put the laughter in manslaughter!"
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Some people are like slinkies...they're really good for nothing. But they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.
ohoho Humanity's Valor: [link]
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"BISMILLAH!"
-Bohemian Rhapsody
How are you?
How are you?
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