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I, your name, do solemnly swear Not to off myself, think about offing myself Or continue thinking about offing myself Without reaching out for help after listening to this song Sometimes I see her on the sidewalk, biking on the wet chalk Spelling out their names, and I feel insane 'Cause I know it's just a game that I'm playing with my brain I don't see her, but I see her And I know it isn't real, but I fake it anywa… Read more

hey, it's leo again. i am sorry for not being on guys, i have been dealing with some things away from the computer screen and i think i'm okay now, but i'm not sure. that's not the point though. i've been just lurking this website for a while, and that's mostly because you guys won't stop attacking me, or just because i am too lazy to get into any of the drama. i just wanted to say some shit about the opal drama, be… Read more

Hello, WJE! My name is Mike Steinberg and I am a male feminist and LGBTQ activist, and anti-racist. Let me show you around my house. Over here are my... uh, jugs, [don't drink them ;)] there are about 71 of them in total, I like to call it "the autumn sea" because of the diverse colors that are visible. Over here on my computer I like to code scripts that auto-ban disgusting racists, anti-semites, and transphobes, He… Read more

Once upon a time, in the vast virtual realm of the internet, there existed a website called Worst Jokes Ever. It was a place where users from all corners of the world shared their most cringe-worthy jokes. But behind the scenes, there lurked a powerful, elderly moderator known only as Dagger.

Dagger was an enigma, stalking the website's virtual alleys like a stealthy alligator. His ban hammer struck with ruthless pr… Read more

Thank you roman, if its david you are more than dead, make one more post you'll have a dagger where the sun don shine. ^^

Harry potter-Book 4-Chapter 32-page 638 "kill the spare" A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!" A blast of green light blazed through Harry's eyelids, and he heard something heavy fall to the ground beside him; the pain in his scar reached such a pitch that he reached. and then it diminished; terrified of what he was about to see, he opened his stinging eyes. Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead. That.. I. Made me cry...

Jeez, I’ve been gone for a little while only to come back to a bunch of brain-dead children. Literally who opened my basement? Who let them out? To all you newcomers, kys. You’ve all got shit-for-brains. Please ingest some botulinum. You’d be us a favour.