We used to be friends,
Now you live on the edge.
I used to tell you your stance,
Now you kill with a glance.
I hate you Miss Emo, I can't even force myself to continue that poem about you - just for you. I swear to God, I know for a fact that you can't control your emotions. I know for a fact that you just keep opening your mouth and never shutting it back. Shut your trap up. Well, at least, stop cursing. Swearing. Bad-mouthing other people.
You know my mantra? If you can't stand the heat, get out of the closet.
So go, get out of the damn closet. It's been two years already! Or maybe three! Yes, you've been hiding for three years. Time to come out.
Come out come out wherever you are!
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