Make something

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Write something and post it!!!!

JUST DO IT!!!!!

pls respond

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tossed aside somewhere deep in the recesses of the forum, the man found his thread abandoned and hopeless. barren of posts beyond his own, it practically cried for attention. he knew now the pain of an ill suited parent; the creation of something unsustainable will only bring torment and turmoil to its architect, who wishes only to see their child thrive. in this harsh of an environment, though, it seemed as if an ice tray kept in the oven had more potential yield than the desperate attempt at connection. a blink woke him from his reverie. someone had replied. his face pulled into what some would call a smile as his eyes hungrily chased down each sentences demise, chest rising and falling with the ebb and flow of the prose, seeming itself to be breathing as labored as he. the expression turned into one less kind as he reached the end of the passage; the short literary sprint was as void of meaning as his original post. defeated, he resumed the slumped position that found itself permanently impressed into the antiqued arm chair so used to these kind of lonely and empty nights.

everything is gay

i can't decide whether to buy monster and masturbate the whole day of go to the gym and do other things

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