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Classic.

Say, hey!Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)The shame, The ones who died without a name. Hear the dogs howling out of key. To a hymn called “Faith and Misery” (Hey!) And bleed, the company lost the war today. I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies, This is the dawning of the rest of our lives, On holiday

Red hair melted down her shoulders, her eyes shut and head bobbed to the rhythm of the beat. She mouthed the words with red, full lips. Her shirt displayed the logo of “Monster”. It was popular among her peers. She personally didn’t like it that much, and in fact, thought it tasted a bit like donkey pee. Not that she knew. She wore over sized headphones that were mainly seen on DJs. They were black with neon green splotches. A favorite mix of colors. She sat on her bed, legs outstretched, and dark blue jeans creased. All-star shoes held her feet captive, painted with sharpie figures she’d made.

Oh wait… That’s me.

Weird…I guess I AM a character.

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