Out of memory,
At a broken glance I would remember those apostrophes,
Flashing across my mind,
Falling for every single word that is empty,
My eyes trying to take the place of my mind,
Adjusting to the darkness that gets deeper every time,
Teasing me with wind chimes and broken dial tones,
Old photos light my mind on fire,
If youre supposed to be half a world away at times like this,
Than why am I still here?
Why should I throw my dreams out of the door,
When I can throw them out the window














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In Hoc Signo Vinces.
In this you will conquer.
in a car outside,
we stalk the idle kid,
if you're leaving just let me know,
tobbaco and peppermint,
dusting for fingerprints,
a film in her eyes from the glow,
some rules are made with no intentions tofollow
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"Yes he was wrong... but just as some things can be right and useless at the same time, can't something be wrong... and priceless?" -Viktor
--
In Hoc Signo Vinces.
In this you will conquer.
in a car outside,
we stalk the idle kid,
if you're leaving just let me know,
tobbaco and peppermint,
dusting for fingerprints,
a film in her eyes from the glow,
some rules are made with no intentions tofollow
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