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Believe me, I’ve tried but I just can’t seem to fight Against the tides and undertow that drag me down So low beneath the foam I can’t feel the sun burn my eyes

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your moon was cold, shivering, balanced in the black heavens like an unsure trapeze artist. your hummingbird heart thrums, is discerned through sentiments of never going home hurting too much and the empty days. your eyes were made of star shine, but got blinded by the light. the night sky splayed it’s hands across your body leaving inky blue residue. you walked like a hurricane in the dusk, and when you passed the dilapidated church, you asked the darkness if it loved you back.

a.j

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Small messy paintings from MCR’s Helena 

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(photo cred)

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“I wanted to make music that impacted people’s lives.” (x)

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Welcome To The Black Parade + VHS

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