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The Crazy Ones || Frerard

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"I'm Frank Iero." He says, "Congratulations on joining the not-so-crazy-ones club. Members, two... You and I." He sticks his hand towards me.
"Gerard Way." I reply, swallowing a little too hard, "And, that's where you are incorrect, Mr. Iero, in here, we are the crazy ones."

//May be Triggering\\

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Short Of a Breath

"For god sakes help him! He's bleeding to death!..." My mother yells at the men surrounding me through tears as the paramedics grab my numb body, covered in blood, from my blood stained bedroom floor, to take me to God knows where. My name is Frank Iero, and I give up. First Mikey. Now Gee. I refuse to live in a world filled with your smudged finger prints, and boxes of memories, knowing you're no longer here. But that's not what this life planned for me, right Gerard? ...right?...