(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
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One day, she'll realize that the world we live in doesn't matter. We're the only one who do.
The way he flips between softness and cruelty is giving me whiplash.
The darkness isn’t scary; what’s inside it is.
People know when death is coming. Some fight, some know it’s useless.
Scars mean you are alive and strong enough to survive.
You asked when I’d be done. The answer is never.
People say death is the end.For me, it’s only the beginning.
There’s no such thing as a wholesome truth or a perfect reality. There are people and agendas
Everything about her will be only a part of my memories.
I can be a danger to those I love, and I just had an epiphany, finally figuring out what his words mean.
I like it better when you're natural and uncut. Those masks will suffocate you one day. They're not you.
When the hurricane hits him out of nowhere, he’ll understand why storms are named after women.
It might feel like you can’t take it, like it would be better to die, but that’s not true
She painted her own fairy tale and didn't stop until it finally came to its happy ending.
Never look back. If you don’t look back, you run faster.
You can’t leave me, not anymore.
Sometimes, the best defense is a good offense.
That’s because you hurt me, you jerk. I bite back as hard as I’m bitten.
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I can feel it loud and clear: the breaking of a heart. The smash, the fall. I can almost see the pieces surrounding me like broken glass.
The only thing I ever wanted was to be recognized for what I have to offer, regardless of whether or not I have a p— between my legs.
I do love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life.
I’m sorry for making you feel bad when I should’ve done the opposite.
Ignorance about one’s fate is the worst type of terror.
It hurts, you know. Being dead for so long only to wake up all of a sudden hurts like a son of a b—