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Permanent Jet Lag,
Please Take Me Back!
Please Take Me Back!
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I wasn't feeling too hot today, so I decided to go to some local park with my guitar and play a little in the fresh air. (Yes in this story Dallon can play guitar well so shhhhh)
"Be back later Pete!" I yelled as I walked out of the door.
I usually like to go outside when my depression or anxiety is troubling me. Hey, and why not play for tips while I'm at it.
I found a nice spot to sit, so I set out my guitar case. I sang along with some song I wrote:
"Placing a smile at the perfect event,
Gracing your skin with the side of my hand.
If I ever leave I could learn to miss you
With sentimental boy as my nom de plume.
Let me save you of this wrong.
I may never sleep tonight,
As long as you're still burning bright.
If I could trade mistakes for sheep,
Count me away before you sleep.
I'll still wait till I trade my mistakes,
So they fade away.
I feel marooned in this body,
Deserted, my organs can go on without me.
You can't fly these wings.
You can't sleep in this box with me.
Let me save you of this wrong.
I may never sleep tonight,
As long as you're still burning bright.
If I could trade mistakes for sheep,
Count me away before you sleep.
I'll still wait till I trade my mistakes,
So they fade away.
Don't let me tell you of this wrong,
Then I'll pull you in.
'Cause I am an anchor, save her oar
Feel it sinking in.
Don't let me save you of this wrong
I am an anchor, sinking on.
I may never sleep tonight,
As long as you're still burning bright.
If I could trade mistakes for sheep,
Count me away before you sleep.
I'll still wait till I trade my mistakes,
So they fade away."
After I got done singing, I had attracted a small crowd. More like...large! There were at least 35 people watching me!
I smiled, blushing as people put money in my case. The final person looked familiar.
The man from the party...
"Hey again" he said casually, smoking a cigarette.
"H-Hey" I said, picking up my things.
"I'm Brendon. I didn't know that you were that good at music.I dabble in music myself" he said, smirking.
"I'm Dallon" I muttered. I have a small...(not so small) problem under my guitar.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later. Text me sometime" he said, giving me a peice of paper.
*Brendon's POV*
Why did you do that, he problably thinks your just a dumb asshole. Ugh.
I wish I could go back to when I actually had a good reputation...but that was all his fault.
I shuttered at the thought of him...
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I'm a straight toxic
Please let me in...
Please let me in...
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Problematic (Brallon)
Fiksi Penggemar"Don't you even think about messing with him. He is problematic" Warnings: Possible Trigger Warning, Alcohol and Drugs warning, Mature Language
