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I don't want to be strong. I don't want to be that sort of person at all.

Ghosts are excessive, they persist when they should go away. Ghosts are wanting, they are missing something. We bring ghosts upon ourselves. We stumble onto them, other people’s ghosts. They linger. They are like hungry cats – if we feed them, they might make themselves at home.

What I wouldn't give to be in church this Sunday / Listening to the choir so heartfelt, all singing / 'God loves you, but not enough to save you' / So, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself

The applause is my requiem, and I shall be spirited away to a world void of suffering. The applause is my requiem, I wish to reach the greatest star of all. Now, leap onto it...

I’m going to swim away from this life, Up toward the black waters of the north pole, Where a softer sea will find me (the ocean won’t find anyone)

A summer that never ends is hell. Nothing could be worse than being hot and sticky and surrounded by people who vaguely hate you forever. A wet timeless nightmare of cloudy light.

You were just starting to think you’d come to terms with how you felt about it all, and then everything changed again.

The last of your comforting childhood illusions will be shattered today. Sorry about that.

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You were just starting to think you’d come to terms with how you felt about it all, and then everything changed again.

I buried the girl I had been because she ran into all kinds of trouble. I tried to erase every memory of her, but she is still there, somewhere. She is still small and scared and ashamed, and perhaps I am writing my way back to her, trying to tell her everything she needs to hear

and sometimes the knife, just for love

I’m going to swim away from this life, Up toward the black waters of the north pole, Where a softer sea will find me (the ocean won’t find anyone)

But then they said we don’t believe that anymore and it’s only what’s in your heart that matters. Just when I think I got it right, they changed it. I can try hard, but I think… God knows my heart isn’t really in it. And that was my only shot, right?

And the words of the prophets were written on the subway walls

Neptune brings the water. Her radio cackles and bubbles and foams at its sharpest edge. Jupiter brings the storm. Her radio blares and shrieks and the weight of it shudders.

The devil isn't lonely: the crackling, broken radio's song is louder and more lovely every minute. We are our own company now. We asked to be let out. And we let ourselves out.

Robin: I can't help but think back to the day we first met... Strange, isn't it, the way fate brought us together? I am a lucky woman to have met you, and luckier still now.

Every wish of the eyes belongs to it. Nothing can escape this light. But we do. We can't feel the beat of the wings or the light of the eyes. We can't be seen. We chose to cover our faces. And the devil only ever gets one moment. For revenge, for love, for 'please see me.'