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What was the church of the High-drogens called? Cathod-lic Church of Chlor-alkalis. #ramona_humour #stupidhashtags

What was the church of the High-drogens called? Cathod-lic Church of Chlor-alkalis. #ramona_humour #stupidhashtags

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bad apple. sick like me, making other people nauseous too. rotten to the core, i don't deserve to be in the golden fruit basket, other mellow fruits will go bad. i'm a bad apple. stay away! my pale skin screams warnings to everyone. i will be thrown in the bin once discovered. i can't hide my nasty patches for long. it's sad, remembering the time when i was a lovely blossom i'm ugly. i can't even scream for help. i wish apples could cry. one of the bad pieces. pardon. #sick #rotten #ugly #stupidhashtags #ramonacheese #ramona_humour ?

bad apple. sick like me, making other people nauseous too. rotten to the core, i don't deserve to be in the golden fruit basket, other mellow fruits will go bad. i'm a bad apple. stay away! my pale skin screams warnings to everyone. i will be thrown in the bin once discovered. i can't hide my nasty patches for long. it's sad, remembering the time when i was a lovely blossom i'm ugly. i can't even scream for help. i wish apples could cry. one of the bad pieces. pardon. #sick #rotten #ugly #stupidhashtags #ramonacheese #ramona_humour ?

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Random. //Read the caption only if you want to.// I've been holding this in since days. Or maybe a month. I'm a good procrastinator, and I just didn't wanna speak about whatever is happening. I was writing this poem about waves and the sea, while making the baby eat. She was running here and there, and went out of the room, and she was trying to lock me in. That was it. I screamed at her. She started wailing loudly.

Random. //Read the caption only if you want to.// I've been holding this in since days. Or maybe a month. I'm a good procrastinator, and I just didn't wanna speak about whatever is happening. I was writing this poem about waves and the sea, while making the baby eat. She was running here and there, and went out of the room, and she was trying to lock me in. That was it. I screamed at her. She started wailing loudly.