The Killers

Oh music. My permanent mistress. 

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So many fucking time capsules...just so many. 

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Sometimes I wish I was the girl that still loved Bedshaped. The sound of Keane was so damn nice. The stopmotion claymation. Ugh. I don't like the melancholic sounds now. Passed that phase. Dayum. 

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I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me whennnn

You'll let me innn.

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Heh. 

Do you know? 

Do you know I could just... Aaah. Idk how to say it out loud but I know it to be true. 

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Yet again I'm at that threshold. Just after a night of waxing poetic about how people really really need a challenge, a dream, a desire to try to fulfill. 

But this is a question I asked myself long back. When I knew J, when I knew he wasn't the one and I kept looking for justifications that sounded nice. And I don't want to ask that same one now cuz it dilutes everything. Yet, it's at the back of my mind. 

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Ooops

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Somewhere only we know. 

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Bc man. Nothing as sad as seeing your idols crumble. All the pillars you thought held good. All of them. Dust. Making way for ones you can build yourself? Should I be happy at the opportunity?