The light cascades over St. Nothing. Offset the flames in your eyes. You take control of the story, you take control of how the story now plays out. Street corner preachers who make a street or corner to preach on. Death before dereliction. We're just wolf kids let loose on society, with a bone for more than picking. A hundred die a hundred more. Don't stop until you get it wrong. Keeping up with times that no longer exist. We let the tears tell us where to go. Like paper planes, send my soul soaring. Like paper planes, torn up on the pavement. Why are we outsiders when standing in our home. Invite me in. I'm outside looking in, let me in. I can't cross the doorway yet. Not a fighterhater. Loverloser. This is a cry for help.
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