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—Hello there child. We’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Welcome back.
—Hello.
—Turn the light off.
—Sorry.
—You know you shouldn’t be out here this late. Monsters come out when it gets dark.
—Like you?
—Yes.
—Where are your parents?
—They come home from work at 3:00 A.M.
—Do you remember this place?
—It seems familiar.
—You’ve been here before we just made sure you forgot about it.
—Can you help me?
—I can help you.

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Reminds me of friends I've seen for the last time.
Movies I've watched and books I've finished
Hopes that were slowly fading away as I never got to do stuff I wanted
Friends and people from my dreams
Songs I was once in love with but forgot the name of

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"You always say you want to disappear, but actually you just want to be found"

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Little Girl: What’s on your arm?

Me: They’re battle scars.

Little Girl: You fought in a war?

Me: Yeah. A long and hard one.

Little Girl: That’s so cool! Can I get one?

Me: No. Please do not ever get any. But I’ll tell you what. Whenever you see someone else with battle scars, I want you to hug them, okay? Can you promise me?

Little Girl: Yes. I promise.

A few days later we went on a short shopping spree. Suddenly the little girl let go of my hand and ran up to another random teenager.

Teen: Why are you hugging me?

Little Girl: Because... (*points*) you have battle scars just like my babysitter.

The teen looked up at me, and I rolled up my sleeves to show her.

With tears in her eyes, she said one thing to me...

Teen: My war is far from being finished yet, but I’m not done fighting.

She bends down at eye level with the little girl

Teen: Thanks for giving me the strength to keep fighting. You are forever my war hero

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'I don't know how long we can last...''
''We're gonna last forever.''
''But how long is forever?''
''As long as you want it to be.''

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“Please don’t go, I’m not ready yet.”
*cries
“I’m just a ghost, I’ll never go away but I can’t stay here forever.”

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“I’ll find my way to you.” He clasped her hands in his. “I’ll spend the rest of my days searching for you.”
“I’m going to find my way home to you,” he whispered.
“We are home.”

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"I'm real as long as you keep believing in me. I'll find a way, please ."

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"Hey Buck?"
"Yeah?"
"Hold my hand please."
"What for?"
"I'm gonna wake up soon."

"You'll come back though, right?"
"I'll try."

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"You did all of this... To avenge your stupid father. All of this damage... As revenge?"

He raised and eyebrow while looking at you, an amused look on his disgusting face.

"You call it revenge, I call it returning the favour."

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"You may win every time, but all I have to do is win once..."

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“This guy, he's a liar...don't trust a single word he says!"
“He's right! I'm a liar.”

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Her heart was golden
But her mind is dark
She lives in shadows
Only visible to the STARS

Her heart was drunk
Her mind had lied
Her body was dying
But her eyes...
Held the same SHINE

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"This will be forever?"
"Yes princess forever.."
"But what if it won't?..."
"Then-  then i'll help you to start your life again."
"I don't want to start my life again without you"
He laughed and looked at me with a smile, his eyes were twinkling.

"I'm here only because you need me, when everything goes well, I disappear again.."  He said sitting on the grass with her staring at the cold lake in front of them. There was a deep silence between them but that was all they needed, silence and calm.  "You don't have to leave.." She said few minutes later and looked at him.
"I would love to stay but-
Everything will disappear someday Believe me you won't even feel a change when I'm gone, you will start your life again without remembering me." He answered and gave a small smile that was playing on his lips. Before I could answer, it started to rain. The cold raindrops fell on my warm skin. The sound of the rain made me feel peaceful again, but it was getting colder, so I watched him get up from the wet grass. He reached his hand out to me and smiled again. His wet hair of rain fell on his face and it made me giggle a bit. "Come on let's go it's getting cold out here" He said and I nodded and took his hand and stood up with a smile playing on my lips.

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some people may say, "you cant see music"
while a writer never said the same

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People may ask.....”Why must you study so hard”. And my only answer to that is because I have a dream. I dream to live my life to my fullest, to attend Oxford or Yale and to live the small years of my life with great grades, gothic architecture and rainy windows that you drink tea near. I have a dream, that only I can achieve through old textbooks filled up about human anatomy and science or late nights of studying with eye bags. And that, that is why I study so hard.

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“I’ll find you in every lifetime sweetheart, I promise. So just please wait for me a little longer. I’ll be coming home soon— to you.”

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"Take my hand."

His tone is more urgent this time, less playful, more demanding. His eyes look up at you pleadingly, you've never seen him look this desperate.

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Cosas que he escuchado en sueños  -o lo poco que me acuerdo

- ¡No son sinceros!
- Te amo, justo ahora. Porque dejaste el oasis y la lluvia, el desierto.

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"One more dance?"

"One last dance."

"Ah. How fun to be a liar."

"I guess that makes two of us.

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1.- Un joven que quiere experimentar emociones y sensaciones nuevas sin preocuparse si será castigado. (New Rules)
2.- Conversación entre un chico y una chica que es su salvación, quieren escapar ya que ambos han vivido momentos tristes y solo quieren ser felices. (9 and 3/4)
3.- Primeras experiencias y una emoción o nerviosismo interesante. (Roller Coaster)
4.- Primer beso o el primer amor. (Poppin' Star)
5.- Consejo de una persona mayor hacia un adolescente diciéndole que está bien crecer y que tiene que romper esa etapa para poder ser adulto. Está bien querer quedarse en ese momento pero tiene que avanzar. (Can We Just Leave The Monster Alive?)
6.- Habla sobre un chico que ha tenido una amiga de la infancia y ahora que serán novios no quiere que olvide todo lo que han vivido sino que lo atesore para seguir con la línea de inicio a esta nueva etapa / Sobre una relación con promesas y recuerdos hermosos pero la chica está muy enferma y él le pide que por favor no olvide todo lo que pasaron juntos ni sus promesas. (Magic Island)
7.- El primer amor de un chico cuando regresa a clases después de un verano largo. Él ha crecido y ha cambiado, como su corazón. Está enamorado de una chica más pequeña que él y quiere cuidarla pero desea que ella lo supiera. (20 cm)
8.- Una conversación entre un chico y sus dos consiencias (el diablito y el angelito), él está enamorado de una chica pero una parte de él le dice que vaya rápido y que se lo diga - ¿qué haces, tonto? realiza de una vez la llamada! - y la otra parte de él quiere esperar y hacer las cosas bien -ahora todo el mundo está en una relación sin siquiera empezar a salir, por favor, ve más despacio-. Por último, en el coro, él le pide ayuda a la chica para saber qué hacer ya que él no sabe si a ella también le gusta. (Angel & Devil)

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a hero would sacrifice you to save the world
a villian would sacrifice the world to save you

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You had walked into the obscure bookstore, and it felt like coming home. Emotion overwhelmed you, and you quickly hid yourself between two bookshelves to hastily wipe the tears away.
"Here it is," you whisper. "I've been looking for home without knowing."
You spent the day there, among the greats, among the forgotten, all books old and wrapped in that lovely smell. While you flipped through pages, you noticed some had gotten randomly wet and dried again. You realized they were tears. You could relate.
The atmosphere was calm and quiet. No loud music, no chatter, just, blissful silence.
You picked out many books that day, and the old woman looked you in the eye, found your very being, and asked, "have you ever been a soul away from the grave?"
"No."
"Well, prepare yourself. Enjoy."
When you got home, you brewed yourself a cup of tea and with the rain pouring outside, you started.
Forgetting all else, you found yourself wrapped up in the world of another. Suddenly, you dropped the book. You realized that the story was familiar-- too familiar. Then,-- it was your own! Only put in another's words.
You sat back, as if all the pages you read flipped back of their own accord, and with them, the scenes of your life. Then, you knew.
Yes, you had been a soul away from the grave.