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I want a boy that's as cool as Soul Eater
I want a bad boy like Beyond Birthday
I want a determined boy like Edward Elric
I want a singer like Len Kagamine
I want a boy who likes me as a friend too like Axel
I want somebody who's funny like Fred Weasley
Why aren't anime and book boys real?
Why aren't boys like them?
I want a mixture
I want all of them combined
Why aren't you like them?
I want a bad boy like Beyond Birthday
I want a determined boy like Edward Elric
I want a singer like Len Kagamine
I want a boy who likes me as a friend too like Axel
I want somebody who's funny like Fred Weasley
Why aren't anime and book boys real?
Why aren't boys like them?
I want a mixture
I want all of them combined
Why aren't you like them?
Literature
The BVB Army
We are the ones shunned for the way we dress.
We are the ones hurt for the music we listen to.
We are the ones you call names because we are different.
We are the ones who help each other through struggles.
We are the ones who live by the message "Never give in."
We are the ones with warpaint on our faces.
We are the ones who will stand by our saviours.
We are the ones with broken wings.
We are the ones with damaged hearts.
We are the ones with a lifetime of scars.
We are the ones who have switched to the new religion.
We are the ones who live the legacy.
We are the fallen angels.
We are the BVB army.
Literature
BVB Anthem
It is not just Andy, but the entirety of the band - those who stand on and off stage, those who write and sing and play the music - that has been our Saviour.
Their words and music have taught us rebels, us outcasts, us Fallen Angels, that there is nothing to F.E.A.R.
Though we may be seen as the wrongs, we are truly the Wretched and Divine.
And, as they sing of Carolyn and The Mortician's Daughter, and sing us their Rebel Love Song, we remember who we really are, no matter what others may say.
And, as we rise from the ashes, each from our own Coffin, we start again on this New Year's Day - this new beginning for us rebels.
With our Kniv
Literature
The Army of Outcasts
She sits silent and still, an epitome of a dark past,
black on black she's clothed.
Anticipating the moment that she dreams at last,
tonight she meets her heroes.
With white blonde hair tainted with purple streaks,
she's labeled amongst the creeps and freaks.
But she hasn't let it get to her.
Her makeup's done, forehead to chin,
And she proudly wears an Andy Grin,
paint's smeared upon her chest, neck, and arms.
Stitches drawn with dark black liner,
she has skin so pale, she's white as primer.
A beautiful Bridesmaid without an Usher.
She's inspired and excited,
for tonight's the night she dreams of.
Tonight's the night those
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Y anime boys no real?!?!?! D:
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i agree with this so much