He was lost and never found the music he should belong to until I saw tears run down his face.

I never knew who he was until I saw those teary eyes. From then on, a bond between us was built. Everyday we see each other, we play games together, but we haven't sang songs together. Then I shared him the music of my life. That as you scream your lungs out, you start to endure the pain.

I baked my own emo-boy. But as he plugs earphones and listens to songs we used to share, he starts to bleed again. For I can never share my whole life with him. All I can give is this special friendship that could last forever.

He is my baked emo-boy. He bleeds when he misses me. He forgets and sees some other lives but his strings are always attached with me. He screams. He paints his eyes black and tries to erase them with tears. He tries to cut himself but can never leave me.

I haven't spoke with him for a long time but I know he's been wanting to share the other piece of his earphones and sing with me, dance and scream with me like crazy.

He is my baked emo-boy. I miss him and I do love him but always as his friend. Where are you, my baked emo-boy?

posted by myrottendoll @ 3:31 AM

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