

Opening 1 Pt. 2 ConfrontationThe Desert World, Day 23 The morning is quiet, the heat of the day already rising up from the perpetual desert, hovering in waves. The sunrise is a vibrant purple against the black sands, the ageless and wandering dunes creating shadows that move with the sunrise, extending their paths as though they are stretching their arms after a long sleep. In this world, the shadows are real and alive; they find their dominion in the night against the moonless sky, covering the desert in a blanket of darkness and calm, beating off the heat of day and winning the battle against the sun. Though certainly not the war, as reflected by the constant facOpening 1 Pt. 2 Confrontation


The ReasonI think of you...The Reason
Of you and two and a half years...
Good times... so many. Bad times... only at the end.
And, in the darkness of my room...
After a summer rain...
I realize this one thing:
You're the reason I don't believe in love, The reason I think happiness is a joke, And the reason that I hope every time I die is the last time.


ViolinTurn your back to your friends All we feel is your betrayal,Violin
Even if its not what you intended Your selfish lies, are built up to your eyes And are beginning to devour your insides
You turned your back to everything For a heartless man, with both pockets jingling It's hard to believe someone so perfect could turn out this way Money is quite literally worth its weight, in blood
Manipulated to long Will to live no longer strong I was right all along The violin broke playing your song
Eliminate the competition, seemed to be his only mission


Never Coming Back Her hair whipped around her face as she stood at the edge of the precipice, the gulls screaming above and the waves crashing below. There would be no turning back. This she knew.Never Coming Back
She turned slowly and made her way back to the path that wound down to the beach. Her past was gone, the present was fading, the future...well, the future held nothing but the gray haziness of pain. There had been passion. Once upon time; but no longer.
He left her in her pain and her misery. When she needed him the most, he left, never coming back. She knew from the beginning that it wasn't go


Blue Burns OrangeMy phone finally rings, it's almost ten-thirty. I jump to answer it, a smile on my face, I can't wait to talk to you again.Blue Burns Orange
Hey I answer it Um..hello. Who is this? Um, well, I was told to call you. He's been hurt. He wanted me to call so you would know. The words pound in my brain, flash across my eyes. Hurt. It has to be bad. You never bothered before when you got hurt. I sink to the cold tile floor. How...how badly? Its bad. He got in a fight, stopped these guys from beating up a girl. How bad? Tell me.
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Die; I wanna die for something
-Burn Out Brighter (Northern Lights), Anberlin
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Memento mori... sic transit gloria mundi.
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Live; I wanna live inspired
Die; I wanna die for something
-Burn Out Brighter (Northern Lights), Anberlin
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Memento mori... sic transit gloria mundi.
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Live; I wanna live inspired
Die; I wanna die for something
-Burn Out Brighter (Northern Lights), Anberlin
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Live; I wanna live inspired
Die; I wanna die for something
-Burn Out Brighter (Northern Lights), Anberlin
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~ William Hazit
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