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what am i doing???? what is the plot of this fic???? IS there a plot??

*giggle* you tell me!!!!!

#gotham #nygmobblepot #my fic #fic #Mean.#tfw u write urself into a corner and forbid kissing... it's ok we did it boys

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Guys they're being so mean to me do something. I already cooked food you,have to vote art now vote art now vote art now

#mean meaners voting for studying...#mean.

anyway. i think "you may think me stern but i'm not completely cold" understanders have won

#cries in bug #there was no competition but i tapped the sign so much it's got holes in it #and now there's so much dialogue where she is fascinating and complex and even cold but not really like #mean.

Mean.

She came into my life like lightning and left it just as fast With probably the same amount of destruction the current would surely split my bones in half enjoy my marrow, my love I made it just for you

She set me on fire, uncontrollable She keep adding fuel so it would grow She made arson look like sex And I was addicted to more than just the heat One of is going to be burned And we both know that it'll be me Don't worry, dearest I've got an aloe plant growing in my kitchen

Her name shot through me like a bullet Leaving very little to the imagination Entry wounds in the center of my chest but the exit was out the back of my head another magic bullet conspiracy theory I made you an aluminum foil hat you know, so they can't read your thoughts

Like my self-destruction personified she just wants to see my world destroyed A stab wound in the chest A broken nose in the living room that's what I get for fighting back I know better, sweetheart I promise I'll try better

I was the wrist and she was the razor we made some beautiful music but now somebody has to clean this bathroom and she claims the chemicals make her sick staring me in the eyes, puffing on that cigarette Next time we'll go down the road instead of just playing across the street

me when pixy says im not allowed to text her back bc she has to sleep