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Gerard Way high school poetry from ‘95, titled “short story” and “hate box”

From this ebay listing

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[ID: Two images of two separate pages from a book of collected short stories and poems. The first image is a picture of the Table of Contents, which lists Gerard Way’s poems named “short story” and “hate box” as appearing on page eight. The second image is a picture of page eight. The poems are placed side by side on the page. On the left is “short story.”: “you will never get what you want. you will never feel again — never. and everything will happen to you. you will grow old. you will lose everything you have. you will see lies and carnivals — all before dinner time. you will cry. you will cry. you will cry. and you will find yourself standing in a park. piss-drunk, screaming some girls name. you will fail. you will win. you will lose. you will watch people die and “Family Feud” on T.V. you will not understand this. you will not find what you are looking for. you will not smell like roses. you will leave everyone. and move far away. sometimes.”

On the right is “hate box.”:

“listless and futile mosaics and life a tingle a mantle a physics exam

a reading of Shakespeare childhood toys sing prayer as this hopelessness dares to linger nerves like cobwebs fragile and throbbing with life

slipping into false coma too late was eons ago and dad teaches me to ride a bicycle for the first— time is a broken down car you have to push till it hurts

clothes nicotine stained battery acid corrodes my new pairs of Keds and tugs at the laces holding me together opened a door I can’t close broken a lock I can’t fix

shag carpet philosophies barrettes and pom-poms its a bird its a plane its me and I’m dead

I just don’t know it yet.”

The page ends with “Gerard Way, Class of ‘95″ /End ID]

Oh and should the link die one day, I saved it in Wayback Machine

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