the most dangerous website essay thingy something....

okay so im just gonna copy paste what i wrote here since

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i don't want it to go to waste!!!! the first sentence is the prompt.

She couldn't believe it. Was it really him? 

It was the same face, the same hair, the same everything. It was the face she had loved for so long, but could never love publicly. She was too scared to confess, so she just chalked her feelings down to "unresolved." She recalled the first time she met him. His eyes shone like the ocean underneath a moonlit sky. They always sparkled, that was the first thing that drew her to him. His face was covered by the crowd, so she could only make out a few distinct features.

His curls looked like one of cherubs, I mean, she could only describe him as nothing more than an angel that graced the Earth with his presence. He was so kind to everyone, he never held a grudge against those who had wronged him, hell, he even made friends with some of them at one point in time. She wished for him to be shot by Cupid so he could love her.

He was shot. But fate was cruel and it decided to have Cupid shoot someone else. That someone was not her. 

The first time she saw the pair together, her stomach twisted violently and a cold air enveloped her. There was no way, right? He...

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...Who was she to give an opinion? Well, no one. 

But seeing him now, after all these years, had woken something inside her from its slumber.

Desperation.

She rushed through the crowd, pushing -- and maybe even knocking people over just to get to him. But when she made it to where he supposedly was, the space he stood at was empty. The same cold air brushed against her once more.

goods okay second one

To my cheating wife, I leave the remnants of our relationship, like a phoenix that has died, but never brought back to life. I leave the guilt to be sacked on her shoulders for all eternity, a heavy reminder of what she'd done to me, the memories of us together, so that she may look back on it bitterly so that the sorrow of what she did engulfs her entire being. I leave her with her ego, since it was something too inflated; something that could never put us both in the same space we would call "home". 

I leave her the key to my heart, knowing I'd already changed the locks. She was now forever banished from Elysium, the sanctuary of my heart. 

Lastly, I would leave her with the gut-wrenching realization of what she did, the pain like a disgusting seed blooming in your stomach.

That, my dear wife, is my final will to your act of stupidity. Do you atone for what you did? Even if you did, it does not purify your sin.