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So [W A T C H] My Chest Heave As This Last Breath Leaves Me
I Am [T R Y I N G] To Be What You're Dying To See
I Feel Like [********] Man, Can't Take This Anymore
This [H E A R T], Break This."
This Is Life That's So Thankless; How Could He Just Forsake Us?
Racist He Makes Us; Hate Us He Gave Us
Nothing But No Trust And I Am So [******** Up
So Let This Gun [B I N D U S]; Lets Hide By This [L U S T]
And Once We Are Just [D U S T], He'll Know That He Loved Us
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A groan echoed through a medium-sized room, said groan following a very loud buzzing noise. A slapping sound followed both sounds and soon, a comforter and sheets littered the lightly carpeted floor. A body sat up, loose shorts hanging off of her hips and a light tank top threatening to fall of the petite girl's shoulders; all of this was topped by a pink mass of hair. A sigh fell from the girl's thin lips and she stood, stretching upwards. She balanced herself on her tip-toes and let out a yawn as she stretched her limbs, eyes closed against the darkness. The girl walked to the washroom across from her room. She turned the water in the shower on and waited for it to warm up, then stripped herself and stepped under the water. She bathed herself rather quickly, then turned off the water and wrapped herself in a fluffy pink towel.
She exited the washroom after brushing her teeth and wrapping her hair in it's own towel, then moved about her room for her dresser and the light switch beside it. She flicked the lights on and smiled lightly, tucking a loose strand of pink under the towel above her head. The pinkette opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out clean undies, then slipped into them after taking off her towel and tossing it to the side. A small smile spread across her lips as she took out a white tank top with black letters stretching across it, reading "Sugarcult" written in scratchy lettering; she tossed it to her bed. She soon took out the traditional Sailor Fuku uniform, though hers was white with pink, instead of the normal green. She slipped the skirt on, put her tank top on then slipped the shirt on over it. The petite girl slipped her feet into a pair of white knee-high socks, then into a pair of normal brown loafers. The girl took the towel off of her head and soon brushed the short locks that matted themselves on her head. She shook her head lightly to get the extra moisture out of it, then resumed with brushing it.
Soon enough, after grabbing her messenger bag and stuffing it with numerous notebooks and other things, Sakura Haruno was out of her room and left, walking to the school. It was only a ten or fifteen minute walk, but she was always there early. She could usually be found wandering the halls of her "wondrous" high school. A sigh fell from the pinkette's lips and she walked, then started to sing a song to herself.
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