As he sits on the ground revolving circles with a twig into the sand, illustrating the turmoil he has been facing. maybe, Luke shouldnt care anymore. why waste his energy. mabye he should have left her from the start. maybe Luke should have thrown in the towel since day 1. maybe if Luke had known earlier, he wouldnt even light the spark in the first place. MAYBE, ITS NOT LIKE SHE CARED AFTER ALL. FILTER! maybe, she's good at playing pretend. maybe, Luke should play too. taste your own medicine. but is he really as evil as she might be. maybe, it was all lies. maybe, an invisible cloak would be most appreciated now. so he can live in this world, and not exist at the same time. if there was a delete memory button, Luke would grab it and push it for his dear life. maybe a scam like this: awww u poor thing, let me lend u my ears and shoulder. maybe, Luke has been part of a raging storm all his life, and it just got worse. please throw him a buoy, it is its job to save lives anyway, and not care whether or not if the person is alright or not. well actually Luke always prayed this line: dear lord, please let me suffer the pain of all my friends for i deserve it more than they do. ill take the fall for them, as u have taken the fall for the entire world. i want to be more like u. this is a way in which i can do so. thank you. i am ready for life-long burdens.
my dear friends, i tell you most solemnly. Luke is not hard to find. Luke will disappear when he is caught by everyone.
ever since last year, ive been craving for my endless flow of famous amos cookies.(:
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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