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That night after the black-haired shadow hunter boy sent his letter, he sat in his bed crying his poor gay soul out. He had the sparkly warlocks scarf in his hands. Breathing in the faint scent of rose petals. The shadow hunter boy mourned for the loss of his love.
Little did he know the spiky-haired, sparkly warlock had a black sweater that used to be the shadow hunter boys. Little did the shadow hunter boy know, the sparkly warlock was sitting on his couch, tears streaming down his face, makeup running. Breathing in the shadow hunters scent of sandalwood from the sweater. 

You know even when I say I moved on
You know even though I know that you're gone
All I think about is where I went wrong
Yeah I still dream for you
No matter where I go I'm always gonna want you back  

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