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- you:forgive and forget, you won't care about this in ten years
- me, using my witch-like talons to chisel away tablets from the walls of the dark salt cave i live in, etching the names and grievances of my enemies into the stone like a petty Moses, so my children and my childrens’ children and their children will forever know who crossed me and exactly how it happened:ur right
- me, trying to write a poem:oh death! oh pomegranate! u grief me. look into the sky and talk to moon, talk to star, talk to tree, talk to sea. i am god girl, sad girl, mad girl, bad girl, girl girl. despair. despair. despair. ribs, lungs, my spine. i sad
if you mock your parents’ poor english i’ll break into your house and steal them idc i’m confiscating them n calling the police
