♆PUT THIΔ ΩΠ ΨΩUR PRΩΓΙLΣ ΙΓ ΨΩU  ΔRΣ Δ DEMIGOD♆ (Roman Son of Neptune)
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@UnableToSitInChairs I strongly dislike you.
What if we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine
Nothing could keep us apart
You'd be the one I was meant to findIt's up to you, and it's up to meNo one can say what we get to beSo why don't we rewrite the stars?Maybe the world could be oursTonightYou think it's easyYou think I don't want to run to youBut there are mountainsAnd there are doors that we can't walk through
I know you're wondering whyBecause we're able to beJust you and meWithin these wallsBut when we go outsideYou're going to wake up and see that it was hopeless after allNo one can rewrite the stars
How can you say you'll be mine?Everything keeps us apartAnd I'm not the one you were meant to findIt's not up to youIt's not up to meWhen everyone tells us what we can beHow can we rewrite the stars?Say that the world can be oursTonightAll I want is to fly with youAll I want is to fall with youSo just give me all of youIt feels impossible (it's not impossible)Is it impossible?Say that it's possibleHow do we rewrite the stars?Say you were made to be mine?Nothing can keep us apart'Cause you are the one I was meant to findIt's up to youAnd it's up to meNo one can say what we get to beAnd why don't we rewrite the stars?Changing the world to be ours True story > A girl died in 1933. A man buried her while she was still alive. The murderer chanted "Toma Sota Balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night, she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you, as she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.