[[Teacher, Teacher.]]

It's all history from here

Whatever that means.

I awoke with a song in my head, not my own, though—and the “fuck-you”s that came with it—an since I couldn't do anything but sit there and simmer in my boiling self hatred for even knowing the song, and the strangeness of the last night's dream still looming, which certainly hadn't been bad, but altogether strange—of course, the writer of the song still to often on my mind to find any comfort, a stiff and empty sadness sitting in my lap—and though my roommate was still asleep, it was already decided that another mixtape was at the top of the day's to-do list.

Really I've been up all night
Might look like i'm lying down,
But it's a lie
If I go outside I might
Burn in the light
But all I need is fire—
And your love tonight

[[FAME SCHOOL MUSICAL]]

—(goodbye, Dillon Francis/ The Ghost Of Dillon Francis)

Mixes for my Exes

35-1 [[Teacher, Teacher]]

I feel a shrivel up my spine—
A shriek, or a whisper, a wail
Lost in time,
There you are;
Strike a pose—
Do you know who I am?
A poser—
A fraud;
A loser;
I lost you
There you are, after all
I'll be there after

What the fuck, man.

Idk. Kx5

Do you every think about all your options?

no.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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