A poem about mary-sues and a rant
The Mary-Sue
No one paid attention to her, she was just like a fly
Always sitting alone, always left to go cry
Her parents were dead, her brother a druggie
Her only item of clothing, was an old and used snuggie
( the journey of the much too common mary-sue... )
No one paid attention to her, she was just like a fly
Always sitting alone, always left to go cry
Her parents were dead, her brother a druggie
Her only item of clothing, was an old and used snuggie
( the journey of the much too common mary-sue... )
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Because life isn't a cliche, yet everyone seems to expect one.
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