How long I've evaded my once dearly beloved Silverstein, I can't even begin to count. According to most of my former crew, Yours Truly = the very Imagery of the song.
Oh, ignore the sickening stench of childish sentimentality evoked in the previous entry.
Very rarely does outrage; indignation; shock and hurt mute my admittedly dubious ability for prose. But whatever, this is one of those times.
I more than deserve it.
Juliet's tale was declared the woe-st of them all, but at least Romeo didn't claim to be the only color in her EMO world. The cheek, the..
Thou shalt not go on.
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