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well done bones, said old dog, as he lay down and licked them sweetly.

i want to meet you in every place i ever loved. listen to me. i am your echo. i would rather break the world than lose you.

— welcome to being a person. — thanks. i'll try my best.

half of me says, don't breathe. but only half.

i pride myself that i am better than you! because, if you're death, then i must represent life! surely, that's what i am! life?!

— everything's changed, hasn't it? — yes. but it's the way of the world for things to change. it wasn't for nothing.

i'm getting too comfortable in my skin again laughing too loudly at my own jokes again

do you know I could break beneath the weight, of the goodness, love, i still carry for you?

these are dark times, but they don’t sustain. darkness never sustains, even though sometimes it feel it might.

you’re too busy saving everybody else to save yourself and you don’t want no help, oh well that’s the story to tell

didn't we have more time? i thought we had more time.. couldn't we have more time?

counting on those raindrops, give me roots into the ground.

we observe the outline rarely, and eventually, unknowingly, we erase the outline

it's not death. it's a homecoming.

we have been on our way to save us since before the lights of our world were first lit. pretty cool, my darling paramour.

mom, gravity is folding in. mom, things feel heavy again. mom, i’m sad.

you wanna know what the worst part is? i'm starting to believe you.

the word i use is hubris. our word for arrogance that scrapes the stars.

is it ever gonna be enough?

run, cloud, run away. you have to leave, you have to live.

i miss my friends that i pretend i don't need, but i could've done with them this week

i don’t have the heart to burn this bridge yet

— i don't understand.. — you wouldn't. you're more of a.. listener.

i do not know this man, i think. he is no one i have seen before. my rage towards him is hot as blood. i will never forgive him.

emily is my best friend. i hope she never learns how to peel oranges.

you aim to dissolve and i crave to exist.

you’re too busy saving everybody else to save yourself and you don’t want no help, oh well that’s the story to tell

do you need someone, do you need a new me? 'cause i've got two or three and they'll only be here until my clean slated state

and i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose

beholden to the rules but who created rules?

but i've read this script and the costume fits, so i'll play my part.

i don't know what i'll be, but i like the direction i'm going.

how to be alone, to be okay with that?

you do not see yourself as the greatest knight. or the greatest anything, for that matter. surely, there must be a mistake.

— how are you feeling? — ...like everything's going to be okay.

— welcome to being a person. — thanks. i'll try my best.

to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it.

i don’t think i love you anymore, that gold mine changed you

you see that future, but instead, your eyes glow white and you choose another.

was i just a bragging right? i meant something to you, right?

and just because she told you so it doesn't mean that she's right

be still, for there is strange music.,

i hate you more than i miss you, that’s not true, i’d hate to miss you

i love you. i love you. i love you. i'll write it in waves. in skies. in my heart. you'll never see, but you will know. i'll be all the poets, i'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.

i hate you more than i miss you, that’s not true, i’d hate to miss you

waves of gold overwhelm my senses, a fire blooms why should i fight to connect with a world i cannot exhume?,

— they're supposed to be the protectors of the world. — they will be. but for now, they're just kids.

then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, i will take you i will love you, again.

- our family did not love us. and perhaps there is some trait of us that made that easy. - yeah, i fear that all the time. i fear it every day. but i know that my friends do love me. and so, maybe there's hope for us yet.