5 Works by TheCorkTree
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Do you remember when we first met?
I remember how you jumped when I caught you off by pointing the gun on the back of your head and I also remember how your eyes immediately filled with tears, because you were just so scared and tired for everything that had happened to you, for everything they had done to you.
I made you walk inside our refuge.
I gave you a glass of water, some of that disgusting canned food stolen last week and I asked you what your name was.
"Frank," you replied, and hearing someone introducing himself with their birth name and not with a silly nickname intrigued me more and more.
"Party Poison" I told you, and I could never get it out of my memory your laugh that came in response. -
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It is said that if an artist falls in love with you then you will never die, as they will continue to make you live in their works, but I never believed it was true... Nobody will ever remember me reading a book or admiring a painting or, more simply, no artist will ever fall in love with me and my stupid face...
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It’s times like these you learn to love again by TheCorkTree
Fandoms: My Chemical Romance
24 Jan 2021
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I never liked my name.
Whenever someone says it aloud, I feel like I need to hide, I feel guilty and a feeling of shame immediately overwhelms me, but when Frank was used to say it, then I couldn't help but believe it was the sweetest of music.
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Waking up and not feeling Gerard's arms around me makes me feel immediately confused and alone, and I immediately ask myself where the hell is he.
I get out of bed, rubbing my eyes sleepily, and then I put on a pair of boxers that I found on the floor, probably of Gee since they are pink and black striped and therefore terribly homosexual, and a t-shirt found on the ground too, probably dirty.
I leave the bedroom and I walk towards the kitchen, thinking that I will find him there trying to cook something for breakfast, but as soon as I step into the room, my tired and sleepy eyes immediately open wide with emotion and surprise… -
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"You really don't want to give me a chance, do you?" he says offering me a cigarette from his pack “You don't believe in fate Gerard? Because I believe in it a little and there will be a reason if we continue to meet, right? "
I remain for a few seconds with my gaze fixed on the pack he is offering me, and then I mutter a "I don't smoke ..." under my breath, very unconvinced.
"As you want" he says with a little smile in his voice "but you haven't answered my question yet."