by Paper Dragon » Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:57 pm
Italy smiled as he looked at Prussia. "Of course! An awesome, fluffy tomato!" He said kissing him on the nose lightly, not really thinking more of it.
America moaned loudly, obvisouly being a drama queen and wanted Russia to take care of him. He was sick, but he exaggerated it. A lot. "Russia!" He moaned loudly. "I'm dying! I can see a bright light!"

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
I've got a migraine
and my pain will range from up down and sideways
thank God it's Friday
cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
cause Sundays are my suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed
sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless
test being tested by a ruthless examinant
that's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer's block
my writer just hates the clock
it will not let me sleep, I'll get some sleep when I'm dead
and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
-Twenty One Pilots (Margarine)
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