Artificial Love {Frerard Ver.}
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Una goccia d'inchiostro si disperde in un oceano bianco.
Spirali di fumo che si avvolgono su loro stesse, salgono al cielo, lo dipingono di grigio.
Una goccia dopo l'altra, una boccata dopo l'altra, il colore si dissipa.
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"Non ti lascerò mai, Gerard Way. Se tu resterai al mio fianco, io farò lo stesso."
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La versione Frerard della mia OS Chanbaek perché so che alcuni di voi sono ancora emo e amano ancora i My Chem
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