So Long, and Good-Bye

<requisite cheesy title denoting the one-year anniversary of MCR's dissolution>

     The twenty-third of March will remain in my memory like all those classes of US History never did.
     That twelve-year period was a magnificent time, huh. And—look on the bright side. They are truly immortalized, now.
    
          Inner lights don't fade—
          Beauty is an idea.
          It will carry on.
          </spontaneous haiku>
         

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Aaanyway. His nose is fucked to all hell, but I have absolutely no experience in either inks or colors, so—excuse this mess, haha.


_{Gerard Way © himself; poor attempt at art © me.}