You askedwhen I’d bedone. Theanswer isnever.It hurts, youknow. Being deadfor so long only towake up all of asudden hurts likea son of a b—It might feel likeyou can’t takeit, like it wouldbe better to die,but that’s nottrueI like it better whenyou're natural anduncut. Thosemasks willsuffocate you oneday. They're notyou.The way heflips betweensoftness andcruelty is givingme whiplash.One day, she'llrealize that theworld we live indoesn't matter.We're the onlyone who do.FreeThedarknessisn’t scary;what’s insideit is.I can be a dangerto those I love,and I just had anepiphany, finallyfiguring out whathis words mean.You can’tleave me,notanymore.The only thing I everwanted was to berecognized for what Ihave to offer,regardless of whetheror not I have a p—between my legs.Ignoranceabout one’sfate is theworst type ofterror.Everythingabout herwill be only apart of mymemories.Never lookback. If youdon’t lookback, yourun faster.She painted herown fairy taleand didn't stopuntil it finallycame to itshappy ending.I do love you,more thanI’ve everloved anyonein my life.I’m sorry formaking you feelbad when Ishould’ve donethe opposite.When thehurricane hits himout of nowhere,he’ll understandwhy storms arenamed afterwomen.Scars meanyou are aliveand strongenough tosurvive.There’s no suchthing as awholesome truthor a perfect reality.There are peopleand agendasPeople saydeath is theend.For me,it’s only thebeginning.I can feel it loud andclear: the breaking ofa heart. The smash,the fall. I can almostsee the piecessurrounding me likebroken glass.Sometimes,the bestdefense is agoodoffense.People knowwhen death iscoming. Somefight, someknow it’suseless.That’s becauseyou hurt me,you jerk. I biteback as hard asI’m bitten.You askedwhen I’d bedone. Theanswer isnever.It hurts, youknow. Being deadfor so long only towake up all of asudden hurts likea son of a b—It might feel likeyou can’t takeit, like it wouldbe better to die,but that’s nottrueI like it better whenyou're natural anduncut. Thosemasks willsuffocate you oneday. They're notyou.The way heflips betweensoftness andcruelty is givingme whiplash.One day, she'llrealize that theworld we live indoesn't matter.We're the onlyone who do.FreeThedarknessisn’t scary;what’s insideit is.I can be a dangerto those I love,and I just had anepiphany, finallyfiguring out whathis words mean.You can’tleave me,notanymore.The only thing I everwanted was to berecognized for what Ihave to offer,regardless of whetheror not I have a p—between my legs.Ignoranceabout one’sfate is theworst type ofterror.Everythingabout herwill be only apart of mymemories.Never lookback. If youdon’t lookback, yourun faster.She painted herown fairy taleand didn't stopuntil it finallycame to itshappy ending.I do love you,more thanI’ve everloved anyonein my life.I’m sorry formaking you feelbad when Ishould’ve donethe opposite.When thehurricane hits himout of nowhere,he’ll understandwhy storms arenamed afterwomen.Scars meanyou are aliveand strongenough tosurvive.There’s no suchthing as awholesome truthor a perfect reality.There are peopleand agendasPeople saydeath is theend.For me,it’s only thebeginning.I can feel it loud andclear: the breaking ofa heart. The smash,the fall. I can almostsee the piecessurrounding me likebroken glass.Sometimes,the bestdefense is agoodoffense.People knowwhen death iscoming. Somefight, someknow it’suseless.That’s becauseyou hurt me,you jerk. I biteback as hard asI’m bitten.

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