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Published: Apr 9, 2011

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I'm scary when I get depressed. No, seriously. I vent through these, and writing horror scenes. But I plan to upload those a bit later.

Luckily, I rarely get this depressed anymore, thanks to the love of my life. But reading back through these reminds me of those times....

I scared my roommate with these, aha~ The basic idea is to sing the rhymes to the tune of the nursery rhyme in parentheses beneath each one.

Have fun~

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