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Washed Out | Echoes

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amor fati // washed out

this life you’ve got the light to guide your faith decides the roads you’re going to find

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Mun VS. Muse

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ｂａｓｉｃｓ:

WHO OF YOU IS:

Older? muse/mun Taller? muse/mun Richer? muse/mun Neater? muse/mun Nicer? muse/mun Smarter? muse/mun Funnier? muse/mun

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

WHO OF YOU IS:

Who is a better friend? muse/mun   Who lies the most? muse/mun Who swears the most? muse/mun Who reads more? muse/mun Who is more creative? muse/mun Who is more troubled? muse/mun Who has better morals? muse/mun

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I’ve  c h a n g e d ;

                                      I love you.

                                                           That’s not me anymore.

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    JItae crumpled to the ground, hands flying up to his ears to block out the sudden piercing sound that invaded his head. He’d only gone out for a quick run to get something to drink – he hadn’t expected to experience one of his few and very painful episodes. Of course, no one else could hear it. He had no idea why they occurred and doctors had no explanation either. The only thing he noticed about them was that he was left shaking and weak afterwards and that he would have strange dreams when he went to sleep. “Help,” he called out weakly though he couldn’t hear his own voice. If he could just get someone to help him home, he would be fine.

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Maybe no one else could hear it. Maybe they were deafened to the world the boy so hopelessly fell into. But maybe, just maybe, while he clung so seemingly desperately to his ears and called for help, he wasn't alone.

Now honestly, he hadn't planned on stopping or doing much of anything for someone he didn't know. The day was busy, he had things to do, places to be and even more so, he didn't much like being out during sunlight. It wasn't because of the whole being dead thing or the whole scheme of why people might believe a soul to dislike day, but was simply because it was too bright. Too loud. Too noisy and obnoxious. Too everything, and people were so, so demanding.

Like this kid, or man, or whatever. Hell if he knew what he was. All he was aware of was that the guy was hunched over and cradling his head as if it were some explosive ready to go off at any moment, any second. And he, himself was there, standing in front of him with his head slightly tilted and fingers idly tapping against the top of a thigh. Might as well help since he was in the way, right? Yeah. Sure.

 “ So..what’s with making a scene? A brain worm get you? “

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hey baby daddy

“ What do you want? “

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I’ve  c h a n g e d ;

                                      I love you.

                                                           That’s not me anymore.

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love me love me say that u love me

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hi dad

“ Hey? “

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All for my heart, I watch you kill You always have, you always will Now spread your wings and sail out to me