Love me free

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Dolls stare at me through broken eyes, accusing me of the things I never said, screaming my secrets to the world through cracked heads and painted smiles. Their porcelain faces broke under my gaze, shattering into a thousand truths and a million lies. A million things I never said. A thousand things I longed to tell you. The demolished beauty that I held in my hands was proof, things can't go back. I told you. I told you. I touched you. I'm sorry. They warned this would happen. They shattered when I didn't believe. They were always right. Them and their imperfect perfection, keeping me from you, and you from me. I don't understand what's so wrong. All I wanted was to be with you. They understood, my broken friends understood. You did, too. But no one else could. No one, especially not them. They could never. What will we do now that we've been discovered? Now that we can't love each other like the dolls said we couldn't? I'd rather die then be without you, my love. The broken dolls, this twisted humanity. Love is love, why can't people understand that? Stop.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34ZtT4Th9Ys

maybe then you'll understand.

Note; I'm not gay, but I support.

If that offends you, then don't bitch to me about it.

Think what you want.