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Will smith and the skeleton of his former self as his social anxiety and depression finally got the better of him and no one was around to help: A tale of meme and monster.

I sat still in the cold, dimly lit room, staring through Sean’s soul, “Asparagus, no… Ah, yes, applesauce!” he spoke, as if to arouse some ancient feeling inside of me… but it was too late, I screamed my battle cry and ran at him. “I am Painis Cupcake,” I yelled, “I will eat YOU!” It then became clear to me that if I were to tear him limb from limb, my dinner would go cold, like the room I am in. So I did what was necessary; I ate him and cleaned turned on the heat, this way the room was no longer cold, and I had eaten my dinner warm. Although, it soon became clear that this was too hot, like my food, as I began to sweat profusely. I screamed yet again, and jumped out the window to my left.

I was falling from a good 16 stories up, only to land on the 17th story and read it to my brother, who was already fast asleep in his racecar bed. “What a cool brother…” I mumbled, with an everlasting smile plastered on my pale face. Then I realised; my brother was dead. Nothing more than a pile of dust on the ground. I then looked up and faced my greatest nightmare, knowing I, too, was their greatest fear. “Dirty brother killer…” I said as they drew their blade. Swing after swing, slice after slice, all I could do was dodge and throw myself at them. As they finally struck me down, I looked at them, remembering the puns we shared that one cold day. It was art class, and I cracked a bad pun about wires. “Wire you doing this to me?” I said to them, they responded with “die.” And then it was black.

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