Mon, 10/19/2015 - 09:11 -- EV2016

I'm not a fake,

but you say otherwise,

Which makes me break,

but gives you butterflies.

And in the end

I'm long dead

Some friend,

so I fled.

How dare you call me fake,

when you see me BREAK!

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