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Post by caleb on Jul 20, 2011 21:54:11 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color]  - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] Caleb arrived at the lake. He had walked from school to the lake to get a few photographs before the sun set. He had less than an hour before the sun would fall and night would take over. He hated taking pictures at night, because they wouldn't show all the tiny details of a picture taken in daylight. He approached the edge of the lake and sat down. He had brought a bag along with him that contained one of his cameras, a pencil, some paper, and a bottle of water. He removed the camera from the bag and viewed his surroundings. He was interested in a possible candidate for his photographs. He spotted a green tree frog resting on a log in the water near the shore. The creature was a perfect candidate for his first photograph of the afternoon. He lifted up the camera and aimed the lens. He zoomed in to enhance the visibility of the frog. He lifted his finger and put it onto the button that would capture the photograph. Then it jumped away. He sighed.
He rested the camera on his lap and pulled out the bottle of water. After he twisted off the cap he poured some of the clear liquid into his mouth. It was common for an animal to leave the aim of the camera before he could capture the moment. Nearly a quarter of the time, the end resulted the same way. A small chuckle was release from his throat. He couldn't help, but laugh at his own misfortune.
Then he caught sight of it again. The tree frog had hopped onto the log once again. He concluded that the log must have been special to the small green creature if it would return back so soon. He lifted his camera and steadied the image. It was better than before because he was faced a different direction than Caleb. He didn't let the moment escape him for the second time. He quickly pressed the button that would capture the moment. He had been successful. The image was perfect. It had brightened the mood of his terribly boring day. Once again, he had failed at opening up to people. He kept to himself and strayed from the large groups. Today at school, he had at least the company of a interesting novel about a group of teenagers who accidentally caused a terrible disaster that killed several people. The entire book was about them trying to hide what they had done.
He looked around, nobody was there. Perfect. He didn't want the arrival of someone to spoil his visit to the lake. He knew it wouldn't truly spoil it, but he would have to quickly leave to avoid a conversation. He wondered what about the death of his family and the movement to Florida to live with his uncle had made him socially anorexic.
tag canyon pierce
words four-hundred eighty-one
lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles
credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0
notes socially anorexic ... teehee
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Jul 20, 2011 22:38:39 GMT -5
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Canyon wasn’t exactly the best photographer when it came to nature. He didn’t have the patience to wait and let the light fall just the right way or hope that something spectacular would come his way. He preferred his models to be human what way he could manipulate them to stand how he wanted them, where he wanted them, and the way he wanted them. He couldn’t manipulate nature. At least no as easily as he could a person. That didn’t mean he couldn’t take pictures of nature or candid shots of people. Quite the contrary. They just never turned up quite as well as his other pictures did nor were there quite as many.
That didn’t mean Canyon didn’t try every now and again. Every once in a while, the senior would do his best to capture life in nature whenever he felt up to venturing out of his dorms and away from the school. His adventures in the hospital had left him weak and often tired. Usually, when he had the energy to go around and about, he’d head to the track and run a few laps in a vain attempt to regain the strength he had once had. Though, that always left him feeling horrible. If it weren’t for the runner’s high he received each time, he’d probably stop… But today, Canyon didn’t feel like running in a circle until he threw up. He felt like taking his first trip around Orlando since the incident.
Lake Eola was his destination. If offered the most beautiful of pictures with the sky reflecting off the water and people standing near the shore. If all else failed, he could always take pictures of the sun setting with the colors splashing across the waters and cloud painting the sky. If he had any patience for nature, it would be for pictures at twilight.
At least… he had left the dorms with the intention to take pictures of nature. However, that seemed to be a different story when he actually reached the lake. Parents had taken their kids out for a dinner picnic at the lake and couples were spotted here and there, waiting for the sunset to dim the lights. Canyon couldn’t help but to take pictures of the blossoming love stories and the growing chapters in someone’s story. Even though it made a bittersweet nostalgia envelop him…
He lowered his camera and looked to his side, finding the air beside him empty and strangely… cold. That happy smile left his lips and that familiar feeling of something… missing… gripped onto him. He still had yet to get used to the loneliness he was now facing. He had so many friends he could talk to but… he still felt that missing piece was gone. Ever since…
His light gaze scanned the area. He had to take his mind off of it. A busy mind was a happy mind, he came to realize, and he did his best to keep his mind as busy as possible. It seemed with her gone… He had thirsted for friendship like never before. Though, he always sought out the most… interesting of people to be his friends. From a wolf with a sweet bite and a shiba inu that was a genius to a red panda with a surprisingly cute but shy and a tiger with a frosty roar. His friends seemed to be becoming more and more socially awkward as he went along. That was why he was unsurprised when he spotted a boy he recognized from school. As far as Canyon was aware, he was as socially shut-off as December was… And, of course, he’d have to fix that. Everyone needed a friend whether they knew it or not and he was quite curious to see if this kitty was friendly or not.
Aimlessly, Canyon went along, closing in on his target. With a soft grunt, he unceremoniously through himself to the ground near the other and aimed his camera to the lake as if he were just hoping to catch something. Though, his gaze was peeking at Caleb discreetly from the corner of his eyes, curious to see what the boy would do. He hoped he wouldn’t move.
Canyon had gone through the trouble to not break any personal boundaries, after all.
tags: caleb cross
words: seven one nine
notes: lol awkward beginning xD sorry
lyrics: if you can’t live without me, why aren’t you dead yet? by mayday parade
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Post by caleb on Jul 21, 2011 19:03:04 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] He opened a zipper pouch on the outside of the bag to find a half eaten bag of Skittles and a Clif Bar. He hadn't the slightest clue on how old they were or how long they'd been there, but when he first saw them a sense of hunger swept over him. It felt like a monster, like the true inner beast he was. And in a war of whether or not he should eat it, the beast one. He quickly consumed the contents of the bag of skittles. A flavorful sensation followed each and every bite. He ripped open the top of the Clif Bar and bit down. A nutty flavor hit his taste buds. It must have been Peanut Butter Crunch, not even a week since he bought the last box of them. After every bite he would take a gulp of water for a sudden thirst would surely appear.
In less than ten minutes he had finished the small snack as well as his water. He knew he would regret the decision later on. He lifted the camera and carefully played with the different settings. Every single button fascinated him with it's individual effect. He found a setting that warped the picture to make it look like a funhouse mirror that would be found at any carnival. Another setting made the image black and white, a setting he liked the most for it's old timey effect. He glanced around and noticed the people. They had not bothered him and had kept their distance. He viewed the children running around, and their parents warning them to stay away from the lake. Other people sat, they must have been couples. He watched one couple share a kiss, something alien to him. He had never been loved in the way he watched them love each other. And he was strangely happy about his misfortune.
Over time he watch the sun droop a little more than earlier. The colors turning from bright white and yellow, to dark autumn oranges, reds, and streaks of yellow. The clouds had scatters in parts and were cluttered in other parts. Just above him a small clutter of clouds were painted like a fresh canvas. He lifted the camera and changed the setting back to normal. He pressed his index finger down and the moment was his forever. As he studied the image on the screen he noticed a family in the distance gather their things. He focused his attention back onto the artwork made by nature.
He swore he could see something in the natural paints. It looked like a person holding a camera. He looked at it in shock. The reflection of the light against the screen had shown someone next to him. He glanced at the adolescent male. He recognized him from school, another photography lover. So he had to move. He grabbed the trash and stood up. He had to hurry. The boy had appeared without Caleb noticing. No telling how fast he was, or what he was. His fast walking developed into a slow run. He neared a trashcan. And he noticed the backpack felt light. He turned to see he had left his camera near the lake. He sighed, and slid his fingers through his hair. He made his way back, against his own wishes.
five-hundred fifty-five lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0 notes sorry for the delay. [/blockquote][/font][/size] |
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Jul 21, 2011 21:49:45 GMT -5
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Honestly, Canyon had no idea how to approach this guy. From what the senior has seen and heard, this boy seemed as socially distant as could be. The only thing he knew about him was his name and that he thoroughly enjoyed photography. Almost as much as Canyon did himself. He didn’t know Caleb enough to tell if it was more of a passion to him or not but that didn’t exactly matter at the moment. Canyon didn’t want to make Caleb feel uncomfortable by his presence. This, at the moment, hardly seemed to be the case though. But Caleb also seemed to be unaware of him, too.
Canyon still wasn’t exactly sure what made him want to befriend the kid. Since the whole December meltdown, his whole world had turned upside-down. Almost everything about him had changed except for his positively stunning and optimistic personality. Though, even that was dampened… He couldn’t help the hefty sigh that parted his lips. Maybe it was the fact that he knew what it felt like to be alone. He knew what it was like to love something and lose it. And he never wanted anyone to feel that kind of pain again. He had vowed to save the world the day he heard of December’s death, after all. Even if his attempts were in vain, he was still trying, wasn’t he?
Quietly, he let his gaze drift from Caleb and to his camera. He came here to take pictures of the lake so he might as well. And the time was perfect for it. Colors were starting to grace the lapping waves that gently rippled along the surface of the water. The sun was starting to set and, already, the sky was growing into a gorgeous picture. He couldn’t wait until the yellow ball of fire would dip below the horizon, leaving the faintest streaks of warm hues to grace the sky.
After he was satisfied with the few pictures he had taken, he lowered his camera again. Glancing over at Caleb, he was shocked to see the boy had slipped away. Blinking, he looked up to see his bobbing head hurrying away in the distance. Ffffs. Looks like Canyon wasn’t as ninja as he thought. So much for making friends… With a soft grunt, Canyon pushed himself to his feet again. Ugh, he hated this. Being weak, that is. Everything took so much more energy for him than it used to. Would he be like this forever? He hoped not…
Canyon was just about to turn away when something caught his attention. His gaze dropped to the ground where Caleb had previously been sat and saw it. The camera. Looks like Canyon would have a reason to search for the other, after all. A devious little grin brushed his lips as he bent over to pick up and slowly began to make his way in the direction he had seen Caleb disappear. If he couldn’t find him at the lake, he was sure he could seek out the little, shy butterfly at school. Though, that didn’t seem like that would be the case and Canyon was glad. He’d feel horrible if he ended up losing the other’s camera somehow.
His smile just widened as he saw Caleb walking toward him after he must have realized he forgot his camera. “Looking for something?” Canyon called cheerfully and held it up, “You left in a hurry and must have forgotten it. I hoped I would catch you.”
tags: caleb cross
words: five eight four
notes: there’s never any rush <3 may canyon’s persistent friendship begin
lyrics: if you can’t live without me, why aren’t you dead yet? by mayday parade
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Post by caleb on Jul 23, 2011 19:16:13 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] A thousand worries filled Caleb's mind as he thought about the possible outcomes. Anxiety, worry, and a slight sense of grief were the only emotions he knew at that moment. Only one other was present in his senses, but it was clouded by the rest. Relief, small and weak, was still there. He thought of what he would do, what to say. And the only thing that came to mind, was to give-in. He had to, for he would regret leaving the camera behind. He fell into the depths of his imagination. He left the world, but only mentally.
He recalled a memory that he thought he had forgotten long ago. He was only five. It was his first day of Kindergarten and he hadn't any friends. He was eager to make a friend, but nervous at the same time. When he walked into the room, nearly thirty children of the same age were gathered in a bunch on a carpet. They were all conversed. Two children, one was male and the other female. They curiously walked up to Caleb and asked him his name. He stuttered in fear, but eventually managed to speak his name properly. They were named Lucia and Norman. They were not related, but had befriend each other earlier in the day. In shock, he learned both lived two blocks away from his own home. That's when it happened. He felt coldness on his legs. The room itself wasn't that cold. He looked down to see a puddle of yellow liquid surrounding his shoes. A large wet stain covered upper portion of the front of the pants. His cheeks turned dark red. Everyone started to laugh, and he started to bawl. He was ashamed and disgusted.
He arrived back in reality. The worry overcame him once again as he knew the other would have noticed the camera already. He realized he didn't remember the ending of the incident in Kindergarten. He thought, but could not recall the ending. As he walked back, he saw the other approach. He had the camera in his hand. He held up the camera and spoke. Caleb slid his hand through his hair and placed it on the back of his neck. He sighed and looked into the other's eyes. "Okay, just give me the camera and I'll be out of your hair. I apologize if I disrupted your photography or stole your spot at the lake," he replied. He tried to act as if he thought he had done something that had disrupted the other's photography. He held out his hand to signal the other that he wanted his camera back, but didn't take it from him.
canyon pierce words four-hundred forty-nine lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0 notes sorry it took so long, but it's done. [/blockquote][/font][/size] |
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Jul 24, 2011 15:39:53 GMT -5
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Canyon looked rather… confused with the way Caleb addressed him. He couldn’t quite place what it was. Was he… Annoyed? No, he didn’t really sound annoyed. The words were but not the voice. He sounded like he had… Did he think he had interrupted Canyon? Because, honestly, the brown haired senior thought he was the one intruding on someone else’s space. Caleb had been there first after all and it wasn’t really that much of a secret that he didn’t like company. Canyon should have expected something like this happening. Some people just weren’t that great with social interactions. Luckily, Canyon was patient. Maybe just a little bit of encouragement and persistence would make Caleb feel comfortable? He’d make sure to not cross any boundaries, however. He definitely had to work on that.
“Be out of my hair?” he started with a friendly smile, “You make it sound as if I don’t want anything to do with you.” He handed the camera forward, light eyes trained on the stunning blues of the other. “You know, a little company never killed anyone. I honestly don’t mind.” Maybe that would be enough to reassure him. Canyon wasn’t exactly sure of what else to say, but he knew he had to keep the conversation going or else it’d die and he would have failed. “That’s a really nice camera,” it was better than nothing, wasn’t it? And it was the truth. Canyon’s camera dimmed in comparison to Caleb’s. Sure, his own had a few neat buttons that allowed him add effects to his pictures but just simple things.
Canyon couldn’t help but to let his mind wander. Was Caleb always like this? And if not, what had caused him to be so… anti-social? Surely something had caused such a development of anxiety towards people. Or maybe… This was simply just how Caleb had always been? Canyon didn’t know. And what Canyon didn’t know, he always tried to find out. The only way to do that was to spend some more time with the guy, right?
tags: caleb cross
words: thee four two
notes: sorry it's a little short D:
lyrics: if you can’t live without me, why aren’t you dead yet? by mayday parade
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Post by caleb on Jul 25, 2011 16:31:10 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] He sighed. He had failed. His mission was unsuccessful and he hadn't gotten the other to leave. It was bittersweet. He had the chance to make a friend, but at the same time he wouldn't know if the other would leave or not. He could see the look on the other's face. It caused him to wonder if how he sounded was too much. He listened to the other reply. He started to soften up to the thought of befriending someone. The other handed him the camera once he had finished talking. What the other said after almost caused Caleb to break down in tears. Killed, the word triggered a memory in his mind, a memory with an ending that he remembered. A sad and horrifying ending.
His best friend had asked him if he would join a bunch of kids from school for ice-cream at the local parlor. Caleb would have to skip dinner with his family in order to attend. So, he agreed to go. He asked his mom, and eventually she said yes. He bothered her until he got the answer he wanted. That night he went. He had a blast. All his friends were there. He ordered a five-scoop strawberry ice cream. It was a special that his mom would never buy him. He had broken practically every rule in the book. His parents had high expectations. After everyone left his best friend asked him if he wanted to have some fun. Strange question for such a time. He agreed and the went to the parking lot. The other pulled out a packet of firecrackers. He laughed mischievously and lit them up. Caleb backed away, a wave filled of worry washed over his mind. The owner came out in a fit of anger and shooed them a way.
When Caleb arrived home after the incident involving the firecrackers, he almost fell down in tears. He expected to come home to find a house filled with sleeping people. Not the ruins of a house filled with ash. A fire engine was parked next to a a hydrant. A bunch of men in fire suits were crowded around three gurneys. A coroner walked up to Caleb and explained the situation. He broke down in tears. Caleb spent the next month in foster care until they tracked down a relative. His uncle. He lived in Florida. Far away from his old home.
He snapped back into reality. "Isn't that how everyone is? I know I am alone often, but I know that's what everyone thinks," He kept up the act, but this time he thought he sounded a little angry. "Thanks. It's my nicest camera. All the other's we budgeted. This one was a gift from my," He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. He let his eyes slowly drift to his shoes. He zoned out. Several minutes went by and he still hadn't come to.
canyon pierce words four-hundred ninety-two lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0 notes another memory. [/blockquote][/font][/size] |
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Jul 25, 2011 21:49:40 GMT -5
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Oh crap. The other’s reaction to a few choice words worried Canyon a little. Caleb looked like he was about to… about to cry. But Canyon couldn’t figure out why. He swore he didn’t sound mean and his words were rather friendly. He was trying to be nice to the guy. What had he said? Was it the… killing remark? Canyon could understand that if he had lost someone close to him before. Certain words made Canyon flinch, in fact. He did his best not to over exaggerate with hyperboles like, “This homework is killing me,” or “If I fail another test, I’ll kill myself.” I guess he forgot this time…
It took him a moment but he was back in the conversation. Though, his words made no sense to Canyon. Isn’t that how everyone is… I know what everyone thinks. What was he talking about? Did he believe that no one wanted anything to do with him? Canyon’s dark brows furrowed in confusion. What has this guy been through? What made him think like this? “Uhm,” The senior began, tying to think of something to reassure him, “Not everyone is like that, you know. I’m not.” And it was true. At least it was if Caleb was talking about what he thought he was.
But as he continued, Canyon started to smile again. His brows unfurrowed and a little, happy glint started to shine in his eyes. Everything seemed to be going rather nicely… Until Caleb suddenly stopped speaking. Canyon’s smile faded and he just started at the dark haired boy for a moment, expecting him to begin again. After a moment or two passed and Caleb had failed to finish his sentence, he started to worry that something was seriously wrong.
Who had given him the camera? His father? His mother? Were they the reasons he seemed like he was going to cry before? Were they….
Canyon’s expression softened and gingerly he reached out to rest a gentle hand on his shoulder. His voice was concerned and genuine as he spoke: “Dude…? Are you okay?” He wanted to snap the other back to reality because Canyon knew what it was like to be lost in your own thoughts – especially if they revolved around a loved one that was… gone. It was painful and excruciating. That pain takes a while to fade if it ever will.
Maybe… Maybe he could make the other feel comfortable. It never really took long for Canyon to become willing to open up, but this would be the fastest he’s ever done it. Caleb just seemed to… need it. And if he can offer any help, he wanted to.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” he offered the other a reassuring smile but he wasn’t even sure if Caleb could see it. “My.. My ex gave me mine for my birthday a few years back.”
tags: caleb cross
words: four eight three
notes: awww caleb :c
lyrics: if you can’t live without me, why aren’t you dead yet? by mayday parade
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Post by caleb on Aug 4, 2011 17:56:34 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center] Time seemed to slow. He thought of it as a scene from a science-fiction movie. He looked around and saw darkness. He was alone with nothing but his thoughts. He knew he was in his mind. It didn't bug him at first. All the years of separating himself from society had aided him. But, he worried about the other. Would this "zone out" cost him his chance of gaining a friend? He wondered if it was awkward for the other. Then it was as if the darkness had gotten darker. Something was clouding his thoughts. He imagined it as the grim reaper, but he knew what it represented. It was isolation. Then, from the grim reaper it changed into a decaying corpse. Being alone had rotted it away. He started to run, but he couldn't see where he was going and he tripped. He fell into a whole. It seemed like it was never ending. But, eventually it started to squeeze him. It crushed him.
Sunlight once again filled his vision. He looked up and saw the face of the other. He had placed a hand on Caleb's shoulder. He remembered the creature. And he couldn't let what had become of it become his own fate. He felt a sense of comfort. It was as if the other had saved him from isolation, just by placing a hand on his shoulder. The other began to speak. The words he said comforted him more than before. "I'm fine. Just something that happened to me a few years back resurfaced in my mind. Thanks for asking though," he replied. He was truly grateful. He started to think of what having a friend was like. Having just one friend couldn't hurt, he thought to himself. He knew it was a good way to think about it. Maybe, in time, I could have more, was the thought that followed. He knew that if he kept thinking this way, he would be completely open to the idea of friends. But, it would only happen over time. His fear was like a block of marble. It had to be chipped away and polished in order to shape it.
The other spoke again. A reassuring smile followed. Another few chips off the marble. "Thanks. It is just one of those things that people don't like to talk about," he said in reply. The it had occurred t him that he sounded as if he had repeated what the other had said, but with different words. He smiled when he heard of the origin from the other's camera. It was sweet. "I'm sorry about earlier," he said. He just had to give an apology. He hadn't said one earlier. So it would bug him forever if he didn't apologize.
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Aug 5, 2011 11:09:18 GMT -5
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This boy was really out of it, Canyon could tell. It didn’t worry him so much because he tended to zone out every once in a while as well. He just hoped that whatever his thoughts were focusing on weren’t horrible nightmares. Canyon also knew what that was like and it wasn’t a treat. Though, it seemed as if Caleb was resurfacing from wherever his thoughts had taken him. Everything seemed to be okay and Canyon certainly wasn’t going to pry. Especially if it was something he didn’t want to talk about. Canyon could save the prying for later, when it wouldn’t be too much of a problem to anyone.
He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the apology. Why was he sorry? Canyon couldn’t see a reason for it. “It’s okay,” he smiled again though one seemed to perpetually claim his lips, “Everyone gets lost in their thoughts, and if you don’t want to talk about it, I respect that.” His gaze may have drifted to the lake but he was still focused on his new friend. Yes, he considered Caleb a new friend already. He always warmed up to people quickly and easily claimed them a friend even if they didn’t think the same.
His hand slipped from his shoulder now. He had forgotten he had placed it on Caleb’s shoulder. Canyon always had a problem with personal space. He just hoped Caleb wouldn’t find that out sooner than he’d like… But at the moment his problem was trying to keep this conversation afloat so it couldn’t slip into awkwardness. Canyon’s have dropped to his camera. “I don’t know why I come here for pictures,” he said absently, “I’m not that great at nature photography.” Now his gaze returned to the other. “Are you?” If he was, maybe he wouldn’t mind giving Canyon a few tips. He didn’t know what he wasn’t getting about this. It didn’t seem so hard and it couldn’t be that different from taking pictures with ‘models.’
tags: caleb cross
words: three three four
notes: it’s fine and i’m sorry this is so short. i promise longer posts <33
lyrics: if you can’t live without me, why aren’t you dead yet? by mayday parade
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