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There's nothing left for us for which we could fight, no one left to whom declare our loyalty. The great stain of treason is marked on my neck, my very own homeland despising my being. Confined for the rest of my life on this land, forgotten by God as just the hell must be, with millions of waves parting us from our friends, there's nothing left to do but just let it be. I know we may depart to some other places, to try to relief the boredom of my life; I know I may be named lord, but all this sounds like a parody of what at home I used to be. Now I'm sick of quarrels of nations and kings, I have been refused, so I don't give ha'pence. Let

You glance down at your suitcase as you stand in line for the metal detector. Your hands clench and unclench as you try to slow your breathing. “Next!” The line surges forward and a man shoves your suitcase onto the conveyor built. After a whole week to cry about leaving Ouran, all that’s left is the bitter feelings and the pain. You feel like a mindless zombie as you wait your turn to leave everything behind. Where are your friends when you need them? You glance up to see a man with red hair and you stifle a scream. He turns around and your shoulders fall. Any time I see anyone, I think its Kaoru! What is wrong with me?

There's nothing left for us for which we could fight, no one left to whom declare our loyalty. The great stain of treason is marked on my neck, my very own homeland despising my being. Confined for the rest of my life on this land, forgotten by God as just the hell must be, with millions of waves parting us from our friends, there's nothing left to do but just let it be. I know we may depart to some other places, to try to relief the boredom of my life; I know I may be named lord, but all this sounds like a parody of what at home I used to be. Now I'm sick of quarrels of nations and kings, I have been refused, so I don't give ha'pence. Let

 “Senpai,” Haruhi began, approaching Kyoya and sitting down on the couch to his left. He was typing away on his laptop, and almost looked startled when he glanced up and realized it was him she was talking to and not Tamaki. “Yes?” He asked, looking back at his screen and trying to finish what he was working on and listen to Haruhi at the same time. “Do you always wear your glasses?” She asked. He stopped typing for a moment, considering the not only random but completely pointless question. For a brief moment, he feared that the Host Club’s newest member was spending too much time with their king.

The sun shone down on the park, bringing a small amount of warmth on the cool, early spring afternoon. A small flake of bark broke off and fell down onto the pavement below as Ikuto shifted his position in the tree, trying to get a little more sunlight. The teenager sighed tiredly. He was not in a very good mood. The rather intense "disagreement" he had had with his stepfather earlier that day, had brought on a headache that refused to leave. On top of that, he had snapped at Utau, so now she was upset. Though he didn't really want to apologize to her, considering her response would probably be to squeal loudly in forgiveness and glomp him.

There's nothing left for us for which we could fight, no one left to whom declare our loyalty. The great stain of treason is marked on my neck, my very own homeland despising my being. Confined for the rest of my life on this land, forgotten by God as just the hell must be, with millions of waves parting us from our friends, there's nothing left to do but just let it be. I know we may depart to some other places, to try to relief the boredom of my life; I know I may be named lord, but all this sounds like a parody of what at home I used to be. Now I'm sick of quarrels of nations and kings, I have been refused, so I don't give ha'pence. Let

We’re staring into the distance with eyes looking not looking outward towards the world But back through fading ages, back to times when time created feelings Reaching with despair, with panic for old skin to slip into Desperate for sensations half forgotten We cannot speak for lost time, tongues pierced with every syllable Lips sewn shut as we pray for our world to spin back into comfort Back into the days we felt safe and warm in our hope for a future we hadn't yet learned to fear Days when our bodies were small and our spirits were infinite The higher we grow, the more our bones stretch and muscles strain, The smaller our spirit b