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Best IM Convo Ever

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! Stranger: hey You: Don’t you ever laugh as the hearse goes by, For you may be the next to die. They wrap you up in a big white sheet From your head down to your feet. They put you in a big black box And cover you with dirt and rocks. All goes well for about a week, Then your coffin begins to leak. The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, The worms play pinochle on your snout. They eat your eyes, they eat your nose, They eat the jelly that is your toes. Your eyes drop out and your teeth fall in, And you fall apart, limb by limb. Stranger: whatever youre on.. ill take 4 You:

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Adventures of a Mortal Faerie

I will never forget when I first saw a faerie. I was eleven and running around the nearby woods. I saw this faint light in a tree and went up to it—and there was a faerie sitting in a tree, blowing bubbles. "Why are you blowing bubbles?" I asked. She frowned, blew some in my face, and said, "We're not all magical. Anyway, bubbles are amazing and I'm bored." She blew more bubbles and attempted to grab some. I looked over the faerie. She was maybe a third of a foot tall, had chestnut locks, and wore a leaf toga. She had tiny, wispy wings that looked like a spider's web. Her eyes were a mixture of teal and gold and hazel flecks. The f

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Not Me

I look in the mirror. That girl, in there, cannot be me. My cheeks are not stained with tears, my is not skin ripped up from self-harm, my body isn't so skinny. That phantom, with sunken eyes, cannot be me. The mirror must lie, because that. isn't. me.