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Luke.He hummed, fingers thumping as his whispered voice echoed various beats. His dark, bordering on crystalline, brown eyes stared up to the marked, scarred ceiling. Constantly reminding him of the ravaged skin of the aged.Luke.
The fickleness of youth, forever giving into the iron masters of time.
He shifted, an arching of the back as he readjusted his pillow with a punch.
Bounding the material under his head and causing his dusty blonde hair to gather around his face like a scruffy and ill prepared angel.
The dirty orange glow from the street lamps outside sneaking in through the gap in the cur
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by =debruehe
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The best way to learn to fly is to fall and miss the ground.
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The best way to learn to fly is to fall and miss the ground.
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The crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls, against your rules, agents your skin
~Sleepyhead-Passion Pit
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Barba non facit philosophum.
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"People aren't idiots. They're idjits"
Sorry if my tense is not correct. I lost in time...
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