

EverythingThey were quite a pair Quite misunderstood Hand in hand they stood But her life needed great repair All his life to her he gave But she took hers awayEverything
Theres a bench on a sidewalk On New York boulevard Where a young man finds himself Every night after dark And He sits there to think
As the cars go rushing by There he talks to himself
But he gets no reply Nobody ever cared except her.
They were all they had Abusive parents And misunderstanding friends To keep from doing something bad All his strength to her he


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The doors flung open as a gruff old man in beige robes with long sleves stormed in. Even though the door was open, it provided little light. The room was near completely dark, however, even so, he could feel the eyes of people he knew to be there, surrounding him in a large semi-circle. They were what people called "The circle of the Weavers." "What is this about me not getting my payment?" the intruder asked. Were it lighter, one could easily see his face red with rage beneath his long grey beard. From the middle of the room came the reply.
"We have decided that the payment you were
Can't really blame ya, though. My friend's dad loves going over the speed limit...it's kinda scary >3<
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I can't wait <3
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My friends dad doesn't care..he just speeds..xD
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