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Quiet little emo child walking down the street,
She never gives a smile to anyone she meets.
But one day she met a boy who smiled ear to ear,
She looked away and sighed a little, she shed a single tear.
Confused, he tried the smile again but got the same results.
So he decided that what she needed was a little jolt.
He threw his arms around her shoulders and hugged her very tight.
In shock she fought back with a kick and a jab, the boy went out like a light.
A week or so more, they met again on the way
But something was different and he had nothing to say.
He was wearing all black and the smiling got old
For a week or so back, the emo spread like a cold.
A/N: written after a series of conversations with my fellow "closet emo" friend. XD
She never gives a smile to anyone she meets.
But one day she met a boy who smiled ear to ear,
She looked away and sighed a little, she shed a single tear.
Confused, he tried the smile again but got the same results.
So he decided that what she needed was a little jolt.
He threw his arms around her shoulders and hugged her very tight.
In shock she fought back with a kick and a jab, the boy went out like a light.
A week or so more, they met again on the way
But something was different and he had nothing to say.
He was wearing all black and the smiling got old
For a week or so back, the emo spread like a cold.
A/N: written after a series of conversations with my fellow "closet emo" friend. XD
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