competition: Your emo poem!
entry: Emo poem #2 - Our love by Voxhumana
Our love is like a bleeding wound.
I look up at the stars every night and they remind me of you - distant and they don't answer my questions either.
I hate you. I love you. I hate you. Where's my mascara?
I look up at the stars every night and they remind me of you - distant and they don't answer my questions either.
I hate you. I love you. I hate you. Where's my mascara?
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