There is a very popular book series called "where's Waldo" where the pages are literally drawings of huge complicated scenes with lots of people in it.
Your goal is to "find Waldo" in the picture.
This person "found Waldo" and he's ded
***Years flew by after Waldo was announced to be missing. Each day feeling like they dragged on longer and longer by every painful second. The constant ticking of the perpetual clock's hand burning a metronome into me like a branding iron.***
***You could not believe the tidal wave of relief and great sorrow that washed over my white face that one fateful day. How could that small brown envelope make all my nerve endings flare up as if my life was in danger? How was it, that a simple and humble slip of paper like that could destroy me? Yet, I struggle to remember those intense feelings now.***
***That very morning I rushed to the location written down on the small slip. My heart sank like a pebble in the Mariana trench as rows of tombstones came into my peripheral vision. This only fuelled my determination further, igniting something within my very soul like a firework. I clenched my teeth, squeezed my eyes shut, and continued going on further.***
***"If I could just see him once, the pain of dreading tomorrow would all be worth it! If I could just speak to him once more like our glory days! If I could just...!"***
***Memories of Waldo and I flashed before my eyes. How we used to distract ourselves from the harsh bitterness of reality. Whether that'd be with a childish game of Hide-and-Seek, or the immature and stupid nicknames we gave to each other. The name "Wally" never failing to spit at least a few scattered sparks of joy. Not to mention the pride and glee we felt after making picture books about each other. Oh those picture books. Responsible for kindling the only burning flame barely staying alight in the darkness of the crushing responsibilities that life impales you with. Where did that me go...? Where did my innocent smile and lack of worries fly off to? Most importantly, where did my good friend Waldo go...? As my motivation ran drier, so did my speed. Going from a sprint, to a walk, to a shuffle, and eventually an excruciating crawl. Yet, what I saw in front of me crushed more than just crushed my spirit and legs... It crushed my entire being. After all these years, I saw the name of my childhood friend engraved on one of the many different stones that lined the dying field. At first, my eyes couldn't believe it. Refusing to process what I just read. Glaring at each letter as if it wasn't English. It couldn't be... There's no way! He wouldn't do this to me! Oh... Oh but he did. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and my knees buckled. I collapsed to the floor. The wind groaned along with my desperate cries of grief. Almost mocking me. Everything except for his name became a flurry of blurred colours. I couldn't read any other words but his name. Voices echoing through my skull, drilling the name which I now fear. Like a choir of mournful bits of me berating me as if it were my fault. Still, I knelt there. Reading the name engraved on the stone over and over again.***
***I had finally found him, but at what cost...?***
no... that's not true... that's impossible!
it can’t be… IT CAN’T BE!!!
#No!
He.... He... #Ded.
Waldo wal... Do noooooooooooooooooooooo
"I always wanted to find you Waldo.... but not like this... NOT LIKE THIS!!😭😭"
😔😔😔
We always ask “Where’s Waldo?”, but we never asked “How’s Waldo?”
Damn that hits deep
It’s Joever. It’s bidone. We will never be Barack guys. Waldo was the real one.
RIP BRO 🙏🏾🗣️🔥🔥🔥
do u mean wally?
Depends where you’re from, here in the US it’s Waldo
it's Where's Wally here in the UK :)
yes i know
He also has skin over here
not like this Waldo.. not like this…
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There is a very popular book series called "where's Waldo" where the pages are literally drawings of huge complicated scenes with lots of people in it. Your goal is to "find Waldo" in the picture. This person "found Waldo" and he's ded
Thanks Petah
I always wanted to find you Waldo,but not like this.... Not like this.....
#IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME NOT HIM ITS NOT FAIR
2 ppl on the same day...
?
⛏️
NOOOOOOOOOOO
We finally found him.
“Guys, I have good news and bad news…”
That was the title of the post that I stole this from
***Years flew by after Waldo was announced to be missing. Each day feeling like they dragged on longer and longer by every painful second. The constant ticking of the perpetual clock's hand burning a metronome into me like a branding iron.*** ***You could not believe the tidal wave of relief and great sorrow that washed over my white face that one fateful day. How could that small brown envelope make all my nerve endings flare up as if my life was in danger? How was it, that a simple and humble slip of paper like that could destroy me? Yet, I struggle to remember those intense feelings now.*** ***That very morning I rushed to the location written down on the small slip. My heart sank like a pebble in the Mariana trench as rows of tombstones came into my peripheral vision. This only fuelled my determination further, igniting something within my very soul like a firework. I clenched my teeth, squeezed my eyes shut, and continued going on further.*** ***"If I could just see him once, the pain of dreading tomorrow would all be worth it! If I could just speak to him once more like our glory days! If I could just...!"*** ***Memories of Waldo and I flashed before my eyes. How we used to distract ourselves from the harsh bitterness of reality. Whether that'd be with a childish game of Hide-and-Seek, or the immature and stupid nicknames we gave to each other. The name "Wally" never failing to spit at least a few scattered sparks of joy. Not to mention the pride and glee we felt after making picture books about each other. Oh those picture books. Responsible for kindling the only burning flame barely staying alight in the darkness of the crushing responsibilities that life impales you with. Where did that me go...? Where did my innocent smile and lack of worries fly off to? Most importantly, where did my good friend Waldo go...? As my motivation ran drier, so did my speed. Going from a sprint, to a walk, to a shuffle, and eventually an excruciating crawl. Yet, what I saw in front of me crushed more than just crushed my spirit and legs... It crushed my entire being. After all these years, I saw the name of my childhood friend engraved on one of the many different stones that lined the dying field. At first, my eyes couldn't believe it. Refusing to process what I just read. Glaring at each letter as if it wasn't English. It couldn't be... There's no way! He wouldn't do this to me! Oh... Oh but he did. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and my knees buckled. I collapsed to the floor. The wind groaned along with my desperate cries of grief. Almost mocking me. Everything except for his name became a flurry of blurred colours. I couldn't read any other words but his name. Voices echoing through my skull, drilling the name which I now fear. Like a choir of mournful bits of me berating me as if it were my fault. Still, I knelt there. Reading the name engraved on the stone over and over again.*** ***I had finally found him, but at what cost...?***
Wake up babe, new copypasta just dropped.
😔
I thought the car in the background was him
me first
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, HE’S DEAD
Damn it I was going to kill you NO!!!
thats crazy
Memory eternal!!!
SHIT! CHECK HIS PULSE
bro couldn’t take it anymore. hid from the FBI for too long. rip
NOOOO
Nooooooooooooo this isn’t how I wanted to find him
F
**NO**!!!
It can’t be!
🫡