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Freddie


 

You’re the sort of pastel punk I live for-

With the red darkness simmering beneath

You shone bright in the blacklight

The screaming is nice

Especially since I know the background

It makes me silently cheer for you 

While all the others cover their ears

They’re a bunch of heartless things

But you’re worth more than the whole wide world can give

I can’t decipher whether I long to nurture or otherwise

But I know you, among others, have my heart

And I’m content in this fact

I dress up for you, for God’s sake

Which for me doesn’t mean doing much, but still-

I’ll be leaving soon

And I’ll purposely avoid a goodbye

Since it’d just be awkward

And you deserve more

You’re such a sweet thing, and I shan’t forget you

I won’t allow it

You’re too much of a character for me to steal

It’ll be a trade 

I’d be more than happy letting you steal me for something

Keep up that screaming and sound

Don’t stop now, keep going

And even though it doesn’t really matter-

I am so proud of you

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