my pockets hurt. my hand trembles as i reach into my pocket to get my suffering wallet. i hear the silent scream as i open my wallet and take out those pieces of paper which mean to much to me. i can see the evil look of the cashiers as they loom over me threatening me for money. I stand scared inder theri gaze. as i part with those beloved pieces of paper, i hope i could run away, after eating wat i bought of course. Who wants to waste money???
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hahaha my post is the longest. HAHAHAHAHA.
wounds so deep they never show they never go away
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