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I’m gonna make a page for Vocaloid songs. What do you guys think?

When I was little, I was taught that the world wasn’t my story
All the tears I will cry, couldn’t even make up a sea
Tell me how I’ll be found, let it be known
Tell me who will become still when I am shown
And I’ll be forgotten in time, no matter how hard I try, I’ll be a wasted life, so this is my goodbye
Wake me when I have the courage to die, because I’m too scared to try
I am a wasted life, so this is my goodbye. See More▼
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Never forget Hatsune

SCP7000…an old name…perhaps a better name.,.but this is my new name nonetheless…

Tell me my dear friends and family, do you enjoy Toaster Strudels?

Do I like toaster strudels? What should I tell him?
(Remember, every choice has consequences)

—Yes. —No

Hello my aliens, under bed monsters, demons, werepeople, family and friends! Today is finally my 16th birthday!!

Okay…so controversial opinion: I hate that people who lose get participation awards just so they don’t get their feelings hurt. Your opinion?

Hey...guess who just had to bury their cat because the neighbors let their dog in my yard? This guy.

I'm sorry to interupt you Newsfeed, if you still even remember that word, but I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You're not here to recieve a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of questions and quizzes, misdirection and misfortune. A labirynth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for the funny has driven you See More▼ in endless circles, chasing the cries of memes in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends. 
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should. And to you Qfeasters trapped in the corridors, be still, and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting Dumbass.
My online family, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to fade, no one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you? I should have known you wouldn't be contempt to just disappear, not my family. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.
It's time to rest. For you, and those you have carried in your arms. This ends, for all of us.
End communication.

Roses are dead
Love is fake
Weddings are basically funerals
With cake