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*quietly whispers*

can you hear me? 

*clutches chest*

are you near me?

*sheds a single tear*

can we pretend, to leave and then

*gets all choked up*

we'll meet again..

*falls down on knees*

WHEN 

*starts sobbing*

BOTH

*clutches fist*

OUR

*punches air*

CARS

*falls to floor*

COLLIDE!!


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Gerard: *peacefully paints on his canvas*

Frank: *turns off the lights, lights up the candles, throws a bunch of rose petals on the bed, takes off his clothes except for his boxers, yeets himself at the bed and does a smexy position while holding a rose on his mouth*

Frank: *throws a pillow at Gerard*

Gerard: Ow! What the hell Fr- The fuck?

Frank: Paint me like one of your graphic novel characters, Gee.


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because the dRuGs NeVeR wOrK

*KICKS CHAIR*

tHeY'rE GoNnA gIVe YoU a SMIrk

*SMASHES TABLE*

CAUSE THEY'VE GOT METHODS ON KEEPING YOU CLEAN

*PUNCHES DOOR*

THEY'RE GONNA RIP OFF YOUR HEADS! YOUR INSIPIRATIONS TO SHREDS!

*SMASHES A WINDOW USING A BASEBALL BAT*

ANOTHER COG IN A MURDER MACHINE

*EXPLODES HOUSE*





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