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Our hearts
Our souls
Ten years
All for this?
For queer bait?
Duffers, you have done your job
Assuming that your job was to anger an entire community
When you made a show
For the freaks
And the geeks
The loners
And the losers
We believed that meant us all
But I guess being valid
Depends on
Who you kiss
Because ten years of evidence means nothing
When ten years is gay
Good Luck, Bylers
As we try to cope
Try to comprehend
That this cruel practice has been done again
Good Luck, Bylers
As we try to move on
After this meant everything to us
Good Luck, Bylers
Mabey we'll change the world
When we become the next Duffers
Where we'll make that queer kid happy
Because they weren't let down
By a ship that made them feel seen