u/TheOpinionatedBanana

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I am bored. And I want to cry. So give me your short sad fics. No real preferences just sad

I also am looking for a Hunger Games AU using the PJO characters

That might have been the only book I've ever read to make me genuinely cry. And I read a lot.

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I love to sing, so I record myself singing and the transcripts are.... wow. So try and guess each one by the transcript!

1. Just remind me of the thing, okay, when, when literally goes like... I know the orphan, in detractesh. I play this. Trevor fails. I can like I'm in our thing. With any, uh, and well... Reminds her phone that's disconnected. Oh, I learn every time alone. I turn like I'm in earth. Party, Irish bike, by strong. Now, my grass, I can rain, ponies and dears. People smell, I straw past their farm. With the redheaded sailor named Brendan. And we dance now, moving on, run. But once I'm at the sky, do we? He bought me like 14 bears. And he told me and he was from Arthur. So finally... I squinted, he looked like my sailor. Through my boozy delusional boss. That he dumped me for some slot named Kayla. Sink my trailer and took my dog. In Ireland made no house love you. I embrace in the misty Irish praise. If you're Irish boy tires of you. You're allowed to shoot him in the need. And you look like that poster for Ireland. From London here, and that's where you sunny face. Oh, no, just posting for a sweetie. I'll screw it. I'll never see I the place. But a girl sweet as he'll has a future. You have hope, and it's a dejon. Girls like you, always can't you see? I can find that... For a cause.

2)Right, but you know, so they say all I know is, I don't know what to write or the write, but they write it bespeak, then you don't screw it up. It's not something you know. I'm brave you me. Poor little kids, for whose rich, greedy, sour, but is that? It a cinge. It could write, write itself and that's pretty dull, cause I may have mentioned I have no clue what I'm doing, am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for. Well, that, plus a scream, you have 10, angry at her, a girl? It's a girl. How the hell is that even new? Look, just go and get her, no, only her story behind the story, thousands of children exploiting, feasibles become, to stand, and there's someone to write about it. That's how things get better. Give life, little guy, something, and we need your eyes, just can watch what happened. Those kids will live and breathe right on page in horns their centre stage you. Well, what happened? And who's there with her camera and her pen as mine came to mental snort, and then just watch what happens when they do. Picture and a handsome, heroically charismatic planes, but no, nothing skirt, Tracy, cook your little son of a lies and with dogs, and you wake up with a rays and promotion, so piece of flirt, a complete egomania that. So the face of the strike, what a face, face, the facts, what a face, the save, so I'm saying, okay, in the ocean? Like someone said, power tends to grow up in absolute power. Wait, wait, grow up. That is cheese, but give me some time. I'll be twice as good as that six months from never trust look around the world we're inheriting and think of the one bookery. They're mistakes, they got all, that is not a mistake. We'll be making those so ill stay young forever. Give those kids and me the new century and watch what happens. It's David and Goliath, too, or dies of fight. He's on, and I cannot, what happened? But all I know is nothing happens in future. Yeah, man. It can't be worse than hell, it's been and it just saw her and stuff, we just might win. So whatever happens. Let's begin

3)Knock on the door, Jenny, schlock on the door, be pathetic. Knock on the door, Jenny there's nothing to fear. Being pathetic. It's just a jaw. You've seen one before. Just knock on the John, look, you're trying to hide, silly, sunny outside, the principal's office, like a little girl. It's just pathetic. Oh. Look, she hesitating, hand shaking. You should be embarrassed. You're not a little. It's all girl. It's just pathetic. No, George, any, what are you waiting for? Snuck on the door? Pops are away, she's probably having a meteor or something and point wants to be interrupted if anything caution in the situation, is sensible, wants to avoid confrontation when possible. I'll have a glass then. But this little girl. This miracle. On the door, Jenny, snuck the door to be pathetic.