Thunder on his face.

Relax.

Coming soon.

Yellow roof.

I'm seventeen, lightning.

He destroyed my city.

I'm not drowning.

It seemed that I would never die.

I wrote down my conclusions.

I wrote down everything I saw.

I wrote down my conclusions.

I looked up, and the city looked at me.

He handed over the board

Uncertain

My story goes

The box shifted

The ship is headed to New York

I wrote the way to hell.

He wrote the path of rebellion.

Better a poor horse than no horse at all.

I wrote a love letter before reading Eliza.

He wrote about the constitution and defended it well.

I can bear the loss.

It is written that there is a financial plan.

If I Stop Praying to God,

I took the pen and wrote.

A thunderstorm in his eyes

Instead of silence

For a while

The sky is clear

I was 12 years old when my mother died

It made me move on

We were so bad that they hugged me

I feel like I won't die

Wait wait wait (I'll write my way)

wait wait wait (write what i see)

Wait, wait, wait, wait (date tells you)

I will write like me

Fill it in honestly

This is the eye of the storm, it's the only one

How can I protect my heritage?

wait wait wait

Reynolds' handbook

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A/N: HOW MANY CAN I WRITE IN ONE HOUR

I AM TESTING MYSELF AGAIN

HAHAHHA

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