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midnight escape. Candle flame flickers to life. The small square room illuminates with a soft yellow light, showing a twin size bed covered in flannel sheets and a short rectangular dresser filled with neatly folded jeans and t-shirts. Curtains are drawn over the grimy window, trapping the light inside and preventing the boy's bruised reflection from scaring him. Picking up his backpack, he begins filling it with essentials for his secret trip. His hands glide overmidnight escape.


injured angel. Sound trickles into her small ears. The steady rushing of tainted water and the rustle of new leaves is carried to her by the chill, early spring breeze. The cold concrete of the overpass serves as a reliable source of protection from the nippy air, its surface made bold and colorful with layers of old graffiti and tags. The child huddles close to the wall, wrapping her arms around her frail body, blotching at her dirty, worn out coat as she tries to keep herself warm. Her breath gusts out of her mouth in misty clouds by her face as her teeth chatter under her split, crimson lips. Sinjured angel.
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"Who am I supposed to build ramps for??
Who am I supposed to build ramps for now??!"
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Before I met you I never knew what it was like; to look at someone and smile for no reason
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"Who am I supposed to build ramps for??
Who am I supposed to build ramps for now??!"
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sinun olisi parasta pitää huoli unelmistasi, rakas
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"Who am I supposed to build ramps for??
Who am I supposed to build ramps for now??!"
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Dancing where the stars go blueee..
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