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Great poem, seriously. I'm gonna tell a joke and hope it doesn't offend you.
How many Emo kids does it take to change a lightbulb?
None, they'd rather sit in the dark and cry.
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Love of mine, someday you will die
But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light, or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
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