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[popcornlasers]

Today's Mello's twentieth birthday, so I decided to blow it out of the water compared to all his other birthdays by writing him a poem. I was going to make him chocolate soufflé or something since I'm still confined to the house and really fucking bored, but Chadwick accidentally popped it, so I ordered in some giant chocolate cookie pizza thing

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♥?

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YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING DIE

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ilu2~

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AND I AM FUCKING OLDER THAN YOU IN MATURITY, MATT, YOU'VE BEEN FOURTEEN INSIDE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!

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I like fourteen. It means I can still put cornflakes under yours sheets.

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Try it and I start on Badou.

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Start on Badou how? And dear, dear, dearest Mello...I already have.

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AND THE HELL IS THAT ICON. WHY ARE WE FAT.

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I think we got into your chocolate.

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...

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♥?

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AKLSJD. YOU.

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Imagine me and you, I do~
I think about you day and night, it’s only ri~ght
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together~

[devilsball]

YOU FUCKING... WHERE ARE YOU MATT. I NEED TO THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW.

[popcornlasers]

But I'm an invalid. That would hurt.