and just when ive finally gotten hold of the precious thing. i have to let go of it. am i not fated to be with it ever? is this a sign. that i should venture to look for new jewells? there's only one way. forward. there's no turning back. u make decisions and u dun look back. no matter how much u regret making them after that.
always starting off on the wrong foot. using the wrong approach. i can never get anything right the first time. this, is my downfall.
i need pixie dust. poof. everything's fine. im out of the winding road. running to paradise.
want to escape? do it in a few steps 1. choose a secret,remote and isolated corner 2. sit there 3. don't move or make a sound 4. escaped
one piece of advise, don't come out till you're ready again.
Underoath
The downtown fiction
Stereo skyline
i Rival
The friday night boys
The right coast
Ivory line
Asteria
Pensive
Time tells all
The chase
Tonight is goodbye
Holiday parade
Vanna
Can you keep a secret
Fight fair
School boy humour
We are the ocean
You me at six
Closure in moscow
A kidnap in colour
Mae
The record kid
Funeral For A Friend
Hawthorne heights
Matchbook romance
All time low
Chasing victory
Cry of the afflicted
Secondhand serenade
Settings
Haste the day
As i lay dying
Matchbook romance
The human abstract
Rookie of the year
Artist vs poet
Drive like carson
Shorelines end
Honor bright
Paramore
Red car wire
Phone calls from home
This time next year
The july week
Hit the lights
Crashcarburn
Making april
Ellington
Vega under fir
The wedding
A skylit drive
Senses fail
Sky eats airplane
We the kings
Versa emerge
Driver side impact
Rja
Silverstein
There for tomorrow
Our last night
Fireflight
Divided by friday
October nites
The boy and his machine
The maine
Ice nine kills
Cinematic sunrise
Cute is what we aim for
Van atta high
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