It might feel likeyou can’t takeit, like it wouldbe better to die,but that’s nottrueThedarknessisn’t scary;what’s insideit is.I do love you,more thanI’ve everloved anyonein my life.Sometimes,the bestdefense is agoodoffense.I’m sorry formaking you feelbad when Ishould’ve donethe opposite.People knowwhen death iscoming. Somefight, someknow it’suseless.One day, she'llrealize that theworld we live indoesn't matter.We're the onlyone who do.Ignoranceabout one’sfate is theworst type ofterror.She painted herown fairy taleand didn't stopuntil it finallycame to itshappy ending.Scars meanyou are aliveand strongenough tosurvive.You askedwhen I’d bedone. Theanswer isnever.I can be a dangerto those I love,and I just had anepiphany, finallyfiguring out whathis words mean.The only thing I everwanted was to berecognized for what Ihave to offer,regardless of whetheror not I have a p—between my legs.I can feel it loud andclear: the breaking ofa heart. The smash,the fall. I can almostsee the piecessurrounding me likebroken glass.That’s becauseyou hurt me,you jerk. I biteback as hard asI’m bitten.FreeWhen thehurricane hits himout of nowhere,he’ll understandwhy storms arenamed afterwomen.You can’tleave me,notanymore.I like it better whenyou're natural anduncut. Thosemasks willsuffocate you oneday. They're notyou.It hurts, youknow. Being deadfor so long only towake up all of asudden hurts likea son of a b—There’s no suchthing as awholesome truthor a perfect reality.There are peopleand agendasNever lookback. If youdon’t lookback, yourun faster.The way heflips betweensoftness andcruelty is givingme whiplash.Everythingabout herwill be only apart of mymemories.People saydeath is theend.For me,it’s only thebeginning.It might feel likeyou can’t takeit, like it wouldbe better to die,but that’s nottrueThedarknessisn’t scary;what’s insideit is.I do love you,more thanI’ve everloved anyonein my life.Sometimes,the bestdefense is agoodoffense.I’m sorry formaking you feelbad when Ishould’ve donethe opposite.People knowwhen death iscoming. Somefight, someknow it’suseless.One day, she'llrealize that theworld we live indoesn't matter.We're the onlyone who do.Ignoranceabout one’sfate is theworst type ofterror.She painted herown fairy taleand didn't stopuntil it finallycame to itshappy ending.Scars meanyou are aliveand strongenough tosurvive.You askedwhen I’d bedone. Theanswer isnever.I can be a dangerto those I love,and I just had anepiphany, finallyfiguring out whathis words mean.The only thing I everwanted was to berecognized for what Ihave to offer,regardless of whetheror not I have a p—between my legs.I can feel it loud andclear: the breaking ofa heart. The smash,the fall. I can almostsee the piecessurrounding me likebroken glass.That’s becauseyou hurt me,you jerk. I biteback as hard asI’m bitten.FreeWhen thehurricane hits himout of nowhere,he’ll understandwhy storms arenamed afterwomen.You can’tleave me,notanymore.I like it better whenyou're natural anduncut. Thosemasks willsuffocate you oneday. They're notyou.It hurts, youknow. Being deadfor so long only towake up all of asudden hurts likea son of a b—There’s no suchthing as awholesome truthor a perfect reality.There are peopleand agendasNever lookback. If youdon’t lookback, yourun faster.The way heflips betweensoftness andcruelty is givingme whiplash.Everythingabout herwill be only apart of mymemories.People saydeath is theend.For me,it’s only thebeginning.

Untitled Bingo - Call List

(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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  1. It might feel like you can’t take it, like it would be better to die, but that’s not true
  2. The darkness isn’t scary; what’s inside it is.
  3. I do love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life.
  4. Sometimes, the best defense is a good offense.
  5. I’m sorry for making you feel bad when I should’ve done the opposite.
  6. People know when death is coming. Some fight, some know it’s useless.
  7. One day, she'll realize that the world we live in doesn't matter. We're the only one who do.
  8. Ignorance about one’s fate is the worst type of terror.
  9. She painted her own fairy tale and didn't stop until it finally came to its happy ending.
  10. Scars mean you are alive and strong enough to survive.
  11. You asked when I’d be done. The answer is never.
  12. I can be a danger to those I love, and I just had an epiphany, finally figuring out what his words mean.
  13. 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.
  14. 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.
  15. That’s because you hurt me, you jerk. I bite back as hard as I’m bitten.
  16. Free
  17. When the hurricane hits him out of nowhere, he’ll understand why storms are named after women.
  18. You can’t leave me, not anymore.
  19. I like it better when you're natural and uncut. Those masks will suffocate you one day. They're not you.
  20. It hurts, you know. Being dead for so long only to wake up all of a sudden hurts like a son of a b—
  21. There’s no such thing as a wholesome truth or a perfect reality. There are people and agendas
  22. Never look back. If you don’t look back, you run faster.
  23. The way he flips between softness and cruelty is giving me whiplash.
  24. Everything about her will be only a part of my memories.
  25. People say death is the end.For me, it’s only the beginning.