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mcr feels nostalgic

broom clap im in me mums car

suck my ass wattpad

okay

i cant say bad words anyomore

oh fuck I forgot bout niall
          he is my cinnamon apple

nd yes he found his berries

my poems were shitty lmao they look like they were written by an 8 year old with problems

or sunshine

harry is my son
          nd
          Louis is my home