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at the back alley wishing upon a fallen star standing by the road watching the cars fly staring into my past all was but a dream everything is blur fallen all apart spinning all around as it all should be bringing me back down lalalalala lalalalala reality is here desmond scribbled at 9:10 PM. | |
bart's greatest fear is not that he is inadequate; but that he is powerful beyond imagined. the other brats archives |