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Alright I have a question for 3racha
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Go on :)
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What do y'all do aside from being a student and in 3racha?
Like what are your other hobbies?
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Please don't let Jisung answer this
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So I see I've been summoned
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Sigh
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Aside from being in 3racha, I hunt and kill aliens
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Wha-
Are you for real
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Believe me!!
Have you seen any aliens?
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No?
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Exactly!
I killed them all!
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Okay okay I believe you :D
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I want a way out of this group
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There's literally an "exit group" option, my friend
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Don't tell him to go 🥺
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*eyes Chan*
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Wtf Hyunjin
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Anyway, what do y'all ACTUALLY like doing other than making music
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Writing lyrics
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And poems
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OMG HEY I WRITE POEMS TOO!!!!
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Where do you get that much energy from
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And I won't answer that beCAUSE IT'S A SECRET AHAHAHAHAHAH
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Don't make me regret asking that
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You do poetry too? Show show!!
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Don't get too mesmerized by it, alright?
I don't want y'all dying at its beauty
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Oh my god what did I just read
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I can literally FEEL my brain cells dying a miserable death
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Hyunjin why-
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I'm so impressed
You possible language, man!
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Thank you, thank you
*flips hair in fab*
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Hold up
"The best boyfriend"
Hyunjin are you gay?
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*Gae
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Nah but a pencil isn't a female so I wrote that
UNDERSTAND THE UNDERLYING MEANING NOT JUST THE WORDS
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I actually understood what it meant
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Yeah I don't wanna know
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I wanna know
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This poem represents the topic of forbidden love. The pencil is just a metaphor, it's actually a love story between you and a person who wants to kill you. The person undergoes a change of heart, yet their past comes back to haunt you two
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Deep
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Okay how do you even think like that
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Only a poet's heart bro
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Lmao I was bored and I saw a pencil lying around so I wrote it
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You do you, I guess
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Ight imma take a leave now
Read a bit too much
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Tmi but Felix reads Twice fanfics
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WHY WOULD YOU EXPOSE ME LIKE THAT
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Well that was random
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no big deal, i read Jungkook fanfics as well
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Oml no way
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You wanna see my collection?
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Hell yesss!
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AAAAND the two are gone
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I'm gonna go too
Gotta cleanse my eyes after that poem
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YOU BIG MEANIE :(
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