The day I met Simon

A dead boy named Simon lied into my bed.

I loved him straight away.

I never knew I was gay.

I never knew I was necrophilia.

He was very pretty and very gay.

So we fell. Together.

We regret our sins.
UPDATE: I’M GOING TO DRAW A COMIC OF IT. ALSO, PAUL SAID REMIND PEOPLE THIS IS FICTION EVEN IF IT IS ABOUT REALITY.

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