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If I had a dollar for every minute of nosebleed I have endured...
I'd have at least enough money for my monthly phone bill. And maybe some left over to buy myself a chocolate treat.
Which would then perhaps cause another nosebleed. But alas, there is no nosebleed fairy to pay me out for all of these nose-bleeding minutes. So it's all been in vain. Is there any point to all of this bloodshed? I ask myself. What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger.
All this blood I've shed. The river runs red. It flows and flows. When will it stop? Nobody nose.
-j