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OBLIVIATE;
Muse
Specs
Way Out
Credits
Dashboard
I push myself into broken music, in the bleakness of a tragedy.

Flowers wither and scatter, the moon tilts and disappears, But my heart won’t ever change, I love you, I love you.


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Baby goodnight.
Tuesday, March 5, 20138:32 PM

I'm not the same person that I used to be. Sometimes it's slow going, but there's a knowing, there's one day perfect I will be.

I don't understand why it's always about you.

To not care about things you need a high level of oblivion because it's impossible to see things and not bother about them. Doesn't it make sense that since you've already witnessed things, that you do something about it?

I really need someone to talk to. It's killing me. I can't even tell mt parents or anything because they rather I'd be doing something pleasing in the first place. And there's this bunch of people that I can't even trust. And there's the other bunch, whom I trust, but they don't have time for me.

I'm blowing things out of proportion for myself.