"Shite." Seamus sighed, as he watched the sun fall over the horizon.
He hadn't meant to spend so much time in town. Now he was paying for it. He sighed, he couldn't wait to get back to Maeve
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Fresh tomatoes stay quiet in the market
Watching fake fantasies, listening to rosy rhymes
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TW: blood, m*rder
When I came back to consciousness, my head hurt. I felt the light through my closed eyelids, and even though I realized that if I opened my eyes, it would hurt more, the
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As a kid, I was always excited to show my illustrations to everyone I knew. Carrying my heavy old tablet to school, I loved hearing compliments on my neon-colored digital creations from my classmates ... [+]
The majority of the crowd exaggerates it to be a destructive phantom,
Diagnosis of its menacing
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Natalie I met you near the sea
And walked with you and me
To a cliff of concrete, under the
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In the Golden light
I listen to our song
In the Golden light
Nothing is wrong
In
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When the ball touches your hands it starts.
The adrenaline, the excitement, the fear
We've
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Deep in a pit, cliffs on either side
I shook my head at the sight. I couldn't get out if I
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Had you considered you're the enemy?
Thinking that being strong was a sign
So you forced all
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A supple twig crowned with leaves floats down the creek
I walk with it, I keep pace with it
It
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It was a night like any other, but "any other night" would not be described like this one. The stars came out as usual, but unlike usual they lacked their familiar gleam. A full moon was in the sky ... [+]
The American dream. The human dream. Like a phoenix rising from a 9 to 5 to become a name even your parents recognize. Night shifts are swapped for night clubs and auto payments for autographs. We ... [+]
I have a talent for doing this thing that I hate
And maybe kind of judge when other people do
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Cut along the dotted lines
Are words really that powerful?
I want to see how powerful I can
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NO SLEEP TILL
BROOKLYN!
Count of 15 on the beat keeping time, head nodding and finger tapping—
Your cup holders carry expired coupons, the dented tiara from when you were
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Worn, skilled hands draw me a map.
Small print and dashed lines indicate my path.
Thousands of
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