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Chelsey's Storage Mar 15, 2016 16:51:49 GMT -5

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Post by chelsey on Mar 15, 2016 16:51:49 GMT -5

By tomorrow we'll be swimming with the fishes Leave our troubles in the sand And when the sun comes up We'll be nothing but dust Just the outlines of our hands

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I was painting a picture The picture was a painting of you And for a moment I thought you were here But then again it wasn't true

1. WAITRESSING IS FREE THERAPY.

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And all this time I have been lying Oh lying in secret to myself I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf

2. DON'T BE YOURSELF TO GET A GOOD TIP.

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And I was running far away Would I run off the world someday nobody knows And I was dancing in the rain I felt alive and I can't complain But now take me home

3. YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE. TO ANYONE.

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Last Edit: Apr 30, 2016 11:33:16 GMT -5 by chelsey

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Chelsey's Storage Mar 15, 2016 17:07:36 GMT -5

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Post by chelsey on Mar 15, 2016 17:07:36 GMT -5

[googlefont="Oswald:400"]mercutio jr.
roosevelt

You know that When the stars go out You can rest your love on me And when the world gets loud Baby you can rest your love on me

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Last Edit: Mar 15, 2016 17:08:55 GMT -5 by chelsey

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Chelsey's Storage Mar 28, 2016 0:48:59 GMT -5

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Post by chelsey on Mar 28, 2016 0:48:59 GMT -5

a basil anatola

playlist

Last Edit: Apr 16, 2016 14:00:25 GMT -5 by chelsey

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Chelsey's Storage Apr 8, 2016 16:00:07 GMT -5

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Post by chelsey on Apr 8, 2016 16:00:07 GMT -5

a basil anatola

playlist

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and in my dreams, I meet the ghosts of all the people who have come and gone

I. HIGH HOPES BY KODALINE (a theme song)

I lost you not long ago heaven knows I'm miserable hell takes all the credit though

II. THE EMOTION BY BØRNS (a games theme song)

with shortness of breath I’ll explain the infinite how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

III. SATURN BY SLEEPING AT LAST (a death song)

"I'd live for you, " and that's hard to do even harder to say when you know it's not true

IV. RIDE BY 21 PILOTS

we've got nowhere to run, they've all got loaded guns oh no please god tell me we're dreaming

V. DREAMING BY SMALLPOOLS

but if you loved me why'd you leave me take my body take my body

VI. ALL I WANT BY KODALINE

you'll see ma now comes the better part someone's gonna make good cross his stupid heart

VII. PROUD OF YOUR BOY FROM ALADDIN

honestly the truth is if I could just die in your arms I wouldn't mind

VIII. DIE IN YOUR ARMS BY JUSTIN BIEBER

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Last Edit: Apr 8, 2016 16:22:21 GMT -5 by chelsey

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Chelsey's Storage Apr 8, 2016 16:24:22 GMT -5

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Post by chelsey on Apr 8, 2016 16:24:22 GMT -5

a basil anatola

playlist

HIGH HOPES
kodaline
(a theme song)

and in my dreams I meet the ghosts of all the people who have come and gone

THE EMOTION
børns
(a games song)

I lost you not long ago heaven knows I'm miserable hell takes all the credit though

SATURN
sleeping at last
(a death song)

with shortness of breath I’ll explain the infinite how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

WE DON'T EAT
james vincent mcmorrow

if this is redemption why do I bother at all there's nothing to mention and nothing has changed

RIDE
21 pilots

"I'd live for you, " and that's hard to do even harder to say when you know it's not true

DREAMING
smallpools

we've got nowhere to run they've all got loaded guns oh no please god tell me we're dreaming

ALL I WANT
kodaline

but if you loved me why'd you leave me take my body take my body

PROUD OF YOUR BOY
from aladdin

you'll see ma now comes the better part someone's gonna make good cross his stupid heart

DIE IN YOUR ARMS
justin bieber
(because lol)

if I could just die in your arms I wouldn't mind

ALL THESE THINGS I'VE DONE
the killers

and when there's nowhere else to run is there room for one more son

HISTORY HAS ITS EYES ON YOU
from hamilton

let me tell you what I wish I’d known when I was young and dreamed of glory

Last Edit: Jul 6, 2016 6:39:18 GMT -5 by chelsey

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Chelsey's Storage Apr 15, 2016 21:07:37 GMT -5

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Post by chelsey on Apr 15, 2016 21:07:37 GMT -5

[googlefont="Oswald:400"]basil anatola

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.

Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles.

As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ."

"Hello, Nick," said Harry.

"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside.

"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet.

"So do you," said Harry.

"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . . Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -"

In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face.

"But you would think, wouldn't you," he erupted suddenly, pulling the letter back out of his pocket, "that getting hit forty-five times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?"

"Oh - yes," said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree.

"I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean, it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule. However -" Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read furiously: "'We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be impossible otherwise for members to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-Juggling and Head Polo. It is with the greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes, Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore.'"

Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away.

"Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that's good and beheaded, but oh, no, it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore."

Nearly Headless Nick took several deep breaths and then said, in a far calmer tone, "So - what's bothering you? Anything I can do?"

Last Edit: Apr 16, 2016 14:04:06 GMT -5 by chelsey

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Chelsey's Storage Apr 16, 2016 14:29:12 GMT -5

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Post by chelsey on Apr 16, 2016 14:29:12 GMT -5

[googlefont="Oswald:400"]basil anatola

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.

Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles.

As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ."

"Hello, Nick," said Harry.

"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside.

"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet.

"So do you," said Harry.

"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . . Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -"

In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face.

"But you would think, wouldn't you," he erupted suddenly, pulling the letter back out of his pocket, "that getting hit forty-five times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?"

"Oh - yes," said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree.

"I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean, it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule. However -" Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read furiously: "'We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be impossible otherwise for members to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-Juggling and Head Polo. It is with the greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes, Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore.'"

Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away.

"Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that's good and beheaded, but oh, no, it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore."

Nearly Headless Nick took several deep breaths and then said, in a far calmer tone, "So - what's bothering you? Anything I can do?"

Last Edit: Apr 16, 2016 14:33:40 GMT -5 by chelsey

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Chelsey's Storage Apr 16, 2016 14:41:23 GMT -5

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Post by chelsey on Apr 16, 2016 14:41:23 GMT -5

[googlefont="Quicksand:400"]

BASIL ANATOLA

“You taught me the courage of stars
before you left.”

1. THE STORM

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.

2. THE GRAFFITI ARTIST

Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles.

As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ."

3. THE PAINTER

"Hello, Nick," said Harry.

"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside.

"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet.

"So do you," said Harry.

"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . . Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -"

In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face.

"But you would think, wouldn't you," he erupted suddenly, pulling the letter back out of his pocket, "that getting hit forty-five times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?"

"Oh - yes," said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree.

"I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean, it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule. However -" Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read furiously: "'We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be impossible otherwise for members to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-Juggling and Head Polo. It is with the greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes, Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore.'"

Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away.

"Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that's good and beheaded, but oh, no, it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore."

Nearly Headless Nick took several deep breaths and then said, in a far calmer tone, "So - what's bothering you? Anything I can do?"

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[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]cedric lane

wear my sorrow like a crown

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.

Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles.

As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ."

"Hello, Nick," said Harry.

"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside.

"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet.

"So do you," said Harry.

"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . . Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -"

In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face.

[googlefont="Oswald:400"]CEDRIC
LANE

"wear my sorrow like a crown."

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cedric
lane

maybe when the bitterness has gone There'll be sweetness on our tongues once more

If looks could really kill, then maybe Cedric Lane actually had a chance at winning this thing.

He has half the heart to wish he was competing in a beauty pageant rather than the Hunger Games, but, even then, there’s still that fucking Justice Fray with his stupid dimpled smile and sparkling eyes and chiseled jaw and there was no chance of even trying to beat that. Sure, maybe Cedric was once popular with the female population of Twelve back home, but this is a whole different ball park. The type of men you fall in love with here don’t usually have mining dust underneath their fingernails or a back curved with a permanent hunch. The type of men you fall in love with here shine and dazzle and can throw a fucking knife properly.

As soon as the leather handle of the dagger departs from Cedric’s sweaty palms, he knows it’s a miss. The gamemakers know it’s a miss. The whole wide world that’s betting on his death knows it’s a miss.

It clatters, unceremoniously, onto the ground, a good five feet to the left of the dummy he was aiming for. The sound echoes and ricochets off of the cold, metallic walls.

He’s shaking so badly that he has to look at the ground beneath his feet to make sure that an actual earthquake isn’t causing it. Wasn’t there an earthquake or some other natural disaster here, before? He thinks to himself as he silently picks up another, useless dagger. He turns towards the unscathed dummy. Or maybe, I’m the only natural disaster that’s ever happened to this place.

It started off okay. They called his name after they called out the twenty-three other names. He walked in calmly and casually, keeping his tremors to a minimum. Maybe the gamemakers couldn’t even tell that he was this close to shitting his pants by the time he announced “Cedric Lane, District Twelve” to them. He even gave them a little bow - his torso flopping over with both hands gestured wildly to his sides, as if he was trying to say “Yeah, I’m playing your game. And, yeah, I don’t really give a shit.” Because, what was Cedric Lane, really, if not a liar?

He was a bad shot. The dagger feels too heavy in his hands, the leather grip too slippery, the blade too reflective of a scared face he doesn’t want to recognize as his. He knows it’s a long shot to win this thing, and he can’t even make it half-way.

The dagger falls to the floor and the dummy laughs at him. Taunts him. Tells him, “Better luck next time, dick!” Cedric picks up another dagger and cracks his neck on both sides, rolls his shoulders a bit, convinces himself that even liars and bad shots and dicks get second chances.

He aims and he misses. He picks up another one, and aims, and misses. He picks up another one, and aims, and misses. He picks up another one, and aims, and misses. He picks up another one, and aims, and -

It was a sad sight, if there ever was one. An aggravated and manic little boy throwing darts at a target that would stubbornly not be hit. Huffs of anger and frustration jettisoned along with every cursed knife. Like a beauty pageant contestant walking the stage with a smile that screamed, “I’m worth something! I’m worth something! I’m worth -”

Finally, a blade lodges itself into the heart of the no-longer-laughing dummy. “There!” Cedric shouts, triumphantly and foolishly, more to himself than to anyone else in the room. His breathing slows down as his nervous system adjusts to the victory. Then, his head catches up to the rest of the world, and he finds that he can’t look up into the eyes of any of the gamemakers. The dummy shakes a little at the force of his hit, then stills and stays silent - a fortress among the grave of littered daggers surrounding it.

I’m worth something.

What was Cedric Lane, really, if not a liar?

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[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]cedric lane

grace is just weakness

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.

Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles.

As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ."

"Hello, Nick," said Harry.

"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside.

"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet.

"So do you," said Harry.

"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . . Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -"

In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face.

I thought I saw the devil this morning Looking in the mirror drop of rum on my tongue With the warning to help me see myself clearer

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[googlefont="Oswald:400"]CORAZONA
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"dustland fairytale beginning..."

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Forever isn't for everyone Is forever for you It sounds like settling down Or giving up

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I won't I won't I won't Cover my scars I'll let 'em bleed So my silence So my silence won't Be mistaken for peace

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CEDRICLANE

He's a real nowhere man.

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