HARDIN HARPER. Ministry of Magic, The Obliviator Headquarters.
→ I REMAINED TOO MUCH INSIDE MY HEAD AND ENDED UP LOSING MY MIND.
Hindsight’s a wonderful thing, when we’re all experts who pretend, where’s a good place to begin. Let’s start with the truth, ‘cause it gets you in the end. Hangin’ the past out to dry. String it up, all of your regrets, no matter how hard you try. They blow round in the breeze through the branches in your hair, but still through the leaves. The wind keeps blowing, so don’t leave me hangin’. I’m coming for you, I’m coming for you.
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DEEP IN THAT DARKNESS PEERING, LONG I STOOD THERE, WONDERING, FEARING. NEVER MORE.
When oblivion is calling out your name, You always take it further than I ever can. When you play it hard, and I try to follow you there. It’s not about control but I turn back when I see where you go.
→ HAVE NO FEELINGS. FEEL NO PAIN.
Tell me a piece of your history that you’re proud to call your own. Speak in words you picked up as you walked through life alone. We used to swim in your stories and be pulled down by their tide. Choking on the water, drowning, with no air in sight.
#satellites’ graphic: november 16th, 2016. |
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