FIC AND MIX PROMPTS; aus & themes, ships & characters, anything goes!
THE WAY THIS IS GOING TO WORK:- Message (anon or not) this blog with a prompt such as:
- ‘FIC/MIX/EITHER OR BOTH, CHARACTERS/SHIPS/ANY/GENERAL ASW, AU/THEME (OPTIONAL: SONG LYRIC, SONG MIX/FIC SHOULD BE BASED AROUND)
- Some ideas for aus and themes are: genderswaps, muggle aus, the kids when they’re older, personality or house swaps, different time periods etc (but feel free to go crazy with your own!)
- We’ll have a list of the prompts on the page that people can check and we’ll add to it with each new prompt. The list will be sorted into ‘FILLED’ and ‘UNFILLED’.
- Once the prompt has been filled, we’ll add a link to the fic/mix and put it into the FILLED list.
- Any prompt goes and you’re free to prompt things as much as you like!
- Prompts can be about students, professors, ASW in general, ships, characters and their family/past. Really whatever you’d like.
- There are no limits to the amount of times you prompt. Really THE MORE THE BETTER because it gives people a chance to find something they really like.
- Any explicit stuff should be rated as such.
- There’s no time limit/deadline to get your fics and mixes in by, don’t worry.
- Uh, be nice? And enjoy!
A NEW PROMPTS POST WILL BE GOING UP ONCE WE’VE RECEIVED ENOUGH NEW PROMPTS. HOWEVER THE OLD POST IS HERE AND ALL THESE PROMPTS CAN STILL BE FILLED!
I DON’T EVER WANT TO HATE YOU SO DON’T SHOW ME YOUR BED - A LO/DALE/ACE MIX
right so. the alternative title for this mix is ‘SEX AND FEELS’ which is basically what it is, lbr. i really hope this makes sense to people who do not have my brain, but. basically this mix is like the whole mess they get themselves into (i.e. drinking and sexing) and its consequences afterwards all rolled into one. i actually paid attention to the way the tracks were ordered for once, because i wanted it to have a sort of messed up feel to it. one moment there are complicated feelings/regret/confusion and then next minute it’s upbeat and there’s sex and temptation and there are a lot of upbeat tracks and a lot of slow ones. and it’s basically like they’re all thinking ‘what the fuck did we do?’ and having all these mixed feelings about it because it was sexy and fun but on the other hand they’re messing around with a friendship and it’s complicating things. so yeah, um, really really hope this works and isn’t rubbish? enjoy?!
h o t l i k e f i r e the xx
hot like fire, take you higher, you can’t resist, kiss, kiss, and kiss and kiss and kiss and kisss c a b & p l a s t e r marina and the diamonds
i stepped into a mirrored world that mirrored all our crimes, you keep picking at the scab and i’ll keep selling the plaster, you keep telling me that i’m bad, but i keep on getting better fasterl a f a m i l i a mirah
tell me if we sleep together would it make it any better? if we sleep together would you be my friend forever?s o u r c h e r r y the kills
shout when you wanna get off the ride, shout when you wanna get off the ride ‘cause you crossed my mind, you crossed my mind, made my blood thump seven - eight - ninel o o s e y o u r s o u l dead man’s bones
you’re gonna lose your soul, tonight, tonight oh, you’re gonna lose control, tonight, you’re gonna lose control, you’re gonna loose control, tonight, tonight, tonighti d e c l a r e a c e a s e f i r e my latest novel
i declare a ceasefire, ‘cause otherwise i’d find it hard, in among the crossfire, where arrows simply pierce my heart and puncture my desire to put aside the previous partt e m p t a t i o n g r e e t s y o u arctic monkeys
temptation, greets you like your naughty mate, the one that used to get you in bother, but one you could never bring yourself to hates h a k e i t o u t flo and the machine
and you tried to dance with the devil on your back given half the chance, would i take any of it back? it’s a fine romance but it’s left me so undone, it’s always darkest before the dawna n i m a l neon trees
you’re killing me now, and i won’t be denied by you, the animal inside of you, oh oh i want some more, oh oh what are you waiting for, take a bite of my heart tonightj u n g l e emma louise
i’ve been thinking, thinking about you, about us, and we’re moving slow, our hearts beat so fast (…) my head is a jungle, jungle, my head is a jungle, jungles e x o n f i r e kings of leon
all the commotion, the kiddie-like play, has people talking talking, you, your sex is on fireu n d e r t h e s h e e t s ellie goulding
we’re in a mess baby, we’re in a mess babe, your more is less babe (oh, oh) we’re under the sheets and you’re killing me, in our house made of paper, and your words all over mek i l l i n g i t the hundred in the hands
chances get lost romances, always is, hidden resistances, was it lonely? no, it wasn’t mostly, we were killing it, isn’t it all so…c r o s s f i r e brandon flowers
i promise tonight not to do no harm, yeah i promise you babe, i won’t do you no harm, and we’re caught up in the crossfire of heaven and helln e v e r p l a y emily and the woods
never play by yourself, it’s a danger to be alone (…) all that i ask, my darling, all that i really ask of you, all that i ask, my darling, is that you stay here with me
AND I’M SINGING UH-OH ON A FRIDAY NIGHT - A LOURDES ELBA MIX
this started off and an ‘all the cute songs!’ mix, ngl. but eventually just kind of changed into something a little different? lo is a mad, fun loving person in general but i think she kind of pushes that sometimes to try and impress or amuse people around her. (which is kind of where the cover art ties in along with the lyrics of ‘bruises’ because she really puts all her effort into making sure she keeps hold of the constant love around her.) most of the songs are about more than one person - relationships with different people. and i think that kind of reflects on lourdes and how she doesn’t really work very well without the people around her, develops attachments easily and can often feel like she cares too much about people who care about her too little for her liking. as well as that, they mostly have a sort of playful, happy feel to them. because… that’s lourdes really, even with her complications.
wonderchild christian walz (i’m gonna run at the speed of sound, oh, ooh wonder child, i’m gonna bring it to the underground, how many times will it ride? how we gonna walk at the rainbow stairs, ooh, ooh wonder child, ooh wonder child)
ready to start arcade fire (if i was scared i would, and if i was pure you know i would, and if i was yours but i’m not, now i’m ready to start, i would rather be wrong than live in the shadows of your song, my mind is open wide and now i’m ready to start)
if we’re still alive slow club (and there’s a city that will heal me and help me clear the lumps out of my throat, i think that next summer, if we’re all still alive, you should try, we should try to jump into some water and focus on getting high)
swimming pool ellie goulding (fight fires in your best clothes, touch skin with your eyes closed, chase thunder with the volume down, pack a suitcase, wonder to the next town, force quit on your losing streak, solve a riddle in a magazine, be tongue in cheek, tell me that we’re still too young, that we’re still too young and i’ll hold my tongue)
vcr the xx (and we, we live half in the day time and we, we live half at night, watch things on VCRs, with me and talk about big love, i think we’re superstars, you say you think we are the best thing but you, you just know, you just do)
big jumps emiliana torrini (oh make some big jumps, big jumps, you’re afraid to break some bones, come on make some big jumps, big jumps, life is yours alone, you hold your head up, your head up high, like you think i do)
mouthwash kate nash (and i use mouthwash, sometimes i floss, i’ve got a family, and i drink cups of tea, i’ve got nostalgic pavement, i’ve got familiar faces, i’ve got mixed-up memories, and i’ve got favorite places, and i’m singing uh-oh on a friday night)
can’t speak french flo and the machine (the conversation is tough, because you’re totally walking round all the stuff you wanna say to me words are never enough, oh baby baby, you turn my dust to gold, i can’t speak french so i let the funky music do the talking talking now)
this modern love bloc party (instrumental)
bonfires rosie and me (dance dance, shuffle your feet with me, you throw your arms around my hips and i can barely tell we’re not alone (…) so say you will sway the night away, dance with me)
sort of ingrid michaelson (baby you’ve got the sort of eyes that tell me tales, that your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales,that you don’t need me, but you won’t leave me, my love’s too big for you my love, my love’s too big for you my love)
bruises chairlift (i tried to do headstands for you, every time i fell on you, yeah every time i fell, i tried to do handstands for you, but every time i fell for you, i’m permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you)
FALLING FROM THE HEARTBEAT OF THIS GIRL – A ROSE WEASLEY MIX
this is a mix intended to give you feelings and to add some more hipster to your music library. okay. the songs are about rosie (obviously), her depression, her general state of feeling detatched from those around her and the reputation that she’s gained because of this as being the girl who’s completely frozen to everybody around her. she doesn’t want to be seen as this girl, but she doesn’t know how to make it right and to not be her, so eventually she sort of accepts this because she really can’t figure out how loving people works sometimes. ugh this is rambling and stupid but i hope you enjoy~!
m o r e l i k e m e emily and the woods
and you just don’t feel a thing and you want to so much that it makes your own heart stingj u l y 2 5 2 0 0 7 alison weiss
my head agreed, i didn’t need to try and right the wrongsy o u w o u l d n ’ t l i k e m e tegan and sara
i won’t be saved, i know all the words, i can’t say that i’ll love you forevert h e a r t i s t the hush sound
so delicate, so weak, so little purpose, but your eyes are drawn of charcoali l l the indelicates
‘cause you’ll never take enough of those pills because you’re too clever to be mentally illd o n ’ t y o u w a n t t o s h a r e t h e g u i l t kate nash
and that i don’t know how to fix it is making me unwellc a l e n d a r g i r l stars
december is darkest and june is the light, but this empty bedroom won’t make anything righta g i r l a b o y a n d a g r a v e y a r d jeremy messersmith
she says “i don’t know how i’m s’pose to feel my body’s cold my guts are twisted steel.”i m i t o s i s andrew bird
what was mistaken for closeness was just a case of imitosism e d i c i n e daughter
you’ve got a warm heart, you’ve got a beautiful brain, but it’s disintegrating, from all the medicinea n d t h e b o y s angus and julia stone
and i could tell you that i won’t hurt you this time but it’s just safer to keep you in this heart of mineh o m e gabrielle aplin
and i’ve always been a daughter, but feathers are meant for the sky
if we stayed true to the dreams of our youth - an all still well graduation mix
que sera sera - doris day
que sera sera, whatever will be will be, the future’s not ours to see, que sera serastand by me - ben e. king
when the night has come and the land is dark and the moon is the only light we’ll see, no i won’t be afraid, no i won’t be afraid, just as long as you stand by mewhen people go - craig cardiff
when people go, when people leave, some people cry, some people drink. when people go, when people leave, it’s the saddest thing.we are young - fun.
tonight we are young, so let’s set the world on fire, we can be burn brighter than the sun.people say (acoustic) - portugal. the man
all the soldiers say, it’ll be alright, we may make it through the war if we make it through the night.eye of the tiger - survivor
rising up straight to the top, had the guts, got the glory. went the distance, now i’m not gonna stop, just a man and his will to survive.graduation rap - vanilla, jade & ebony
no more education, it’s time for celebration, cause this is the day of our high school graduation, we stay for the duration, achieve matriculation, now we’re the newest members of the general population, uh. time for celebration.dancing in the street - martha reeves & the vandellas
callin’ out around the world, are you ready for a brand new beat? summer’s here and the time is right for dancing in the street.campus - vampire weekend
how am i supposed to pretend, i never want to see you again?our war - neon trees
as we grow old and felt the pain, that we always knew the truth, that love would heal if we stayed true to the dreams of our youth
northern wind - a megan and william winter fanmix
- ocean blue - the autumn film
- stand by me - ben e. king
- sea of love - cat power
- northern wind - city and colour
- you can do better than me - death cab for cutie
- kiss me - ed sheeran
- your song - ellie goulding
- ungodly hour - the fray
- we belong together - gavin degraw
- toothpaste kisses - the maccabees
- ljosio - olafur arnalds
- hoppipola - sigur ros
- the dress looks nice on you - sufjan stevens
You Left With No Goodbye, Not A Single Word Was Said
“Are you sure that you’re not going to come with?” Bri asked, looking at Riley through the mirror as she put in her earrings. There was a Halloween party happening that Bri was preparing for. “I’m sure. I have to do some studying. It’s really important to keep good grades this year, you know.” It was a bad lie. A horrible lie. A lie that Bri would normally have seen through in a heartbeat, but tonight, distracted by the idea of partying with her friends, she overlooked it. They’d had this argument eight times this week alone, but Riley’s stubbornness won in the end.
“Al’s supposed to be there.” Bri said, turning around in time to catch the blush rise of Riley’s cheeks before she hid her face behind her hair. “That’s not going to get me to go. I’m with Scott and you know it.” The blonde didn’t even bother to hide the eye roll she gave at the mention of Riley’s boyfriend. “Okay, okay. Fine. If you change your mind, which I expect you will, your outfit is on that chair. Don’t give me that look, you’re wearing it.” Riley stood up to engulf Bri in a hug, hiding her tears in the sleeve of her jumper. “Thanks, Bri. You’re my best friend, you know that?” Bri squeezed her back, not letting it on if she was in any way confused. “You’ll always be my best friend even if you refuse to party with me. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Winking, she picked up her bag and left for the big Halloween party.
The minute that Bri left, Riley let the tears flow freely as she knelt by her bed, feeling around for the box she had placed there earlier. She had written three letters; one for Bri, one for her family and one for Albus. The last letter was the thickest and had taken her the longest time to write. She had spent sleepless nights planning out everything she wanted to say to these people, but when it came down to putting the words on parchment, nothing seemed to fit anymore. How do you permanently say goodbye to people who thought they knew you? Who thought that you meant it when you said that you were happy? She eventually managed to get everything out of her. Every goodbye, every happy memory, every secret was contained in these three envelopes. In a few hours, she imagined that a distraught Bri would go looking for blood from Scott, and he would be punished, and Bri would make sure that he would never forget what he had caused.
She supposed that it seemed stupid to many people to kill yourself because someone abused you. But to her, it was what her life had turned into. Scars, bruises, sleepless nights all caused by one person’s inability to treat others like human beings. She spent every waking moment scared and, even when surrounded by others, alone. She couldn’t tell anyone this because they would never treat her the same way. They’d think her tainted, damaged, changed forever and Riley Read would never be seen in the same light again, which she couldn’t face any more than she could face the people she had written to and say goodbye.
Reaching into the bottom of the box she pulled out a tiny vial of a potion she’d painstakingly researched and brewed. It would act much like a Draught of Living Death, killing her quietly in her sleep. Unstopping the bottle with shaking hands, she downed the vial before she could change her mind. She crawled into bed, snuggling deep down into the covers before taking a deep breath, before shutting her eyes and letting her last living thought be an apology to everyone she had hurt.
Warmth. That was the first thing she felt, the second being a light breeze. Opening her eyes, she looked high into a canopy of trees, spotting a glowing orange sky through the highest branches. Sitting up she looked around, her face falling in confusion when she realized she’d been here before. In fact, she wasn’t far from Hogwarts. She was in the Forbidden Forest, not long into a path that she had once taken with Al.
She stood up and brushed herself off, looking down to see that she was not at all in what she had been wearing earlier. Now she was further confused. She’d taken that potion, she should be dead. Not in the Forbidden Forest in a dress. There was only one way to solve this: she would go to the castle and see if she was a ghost. That was the only logical explanation after all. But she didn’t want to be a ghost. She wanted to leave this earth completely. Move on to bigger and better things, because as Albus’ namesake had once said, “Death is but the next great adventure.”
The path back to the castle seemed longer than she remembered. She could’ve sworn it was shorter. But just when she finally made it out of the forest, she stopped in her tracks. She was near the Quidditch pitch, and she wasn’t alone. Perched by herself in the stands was none other than Brianna, who was crying harder than she had ever seen. Riley took an involuntary step forward, immediately wanting to wrap the blonde in her arms and figure out why she was crying. Bri didn’t cry. Riley had seen her cry less than a handful of times in the entire five years that they had been friends. Deciding against her better judgment, she quietly climbed up the stairs to stand in front of Bri who hadn’t heard a single thing. Clutched in her first was a letter, creased well, no doubt from having been read over and over again. Riley knew immediately where that letter was from and what it said. She knew exactly what it said, as it had taken her hours and hours to make it perfect.
Riley Read really was dead.
Bri lifted her head, furiously trying to mop up her tears with the sleeve of her sweater. She stared straight through Riley, leaving her with no explanation of what she was doing here. Bri carefully folded up the letter again, treating it with care but with a contempt that anyone could see. Riley’s heart broke to see how upset her best friend was at the news of her death. She wanted to leave. She didn’t want to see this. She had never wanted to see this. But something kept her drawn there, and moments later she knew what. She wanted to hear what Bri had to say. It took a while, but eventually crying wasn’t enough. “Why didn’t you tell me?! I thought we told each other everything, why wouldn’t you tell me that you were hurting? I would have helped you! You were supposed to trust me and instead you’ve left me here without you! I wouldn’t have looked at you any different than I do now! Why?! WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST STAY AND TELL ME?!” Bri succumbed to a fresh round of tears, her sobs echoing off of the stands, leaving Riley with tears streaming down her face as she saw what she had caused. Turning and fleeing down the stairs she ran back to the Forbidden Forest, crashing down the same path she had come. Twigs pulled at her hair and dress but she couldn’t be bothered, only wanting to distance herself from what she had done to Bri. Only fate wouldn’t let her stop seeing what she had done.
She skidded to a halt when she entered the clearing that marked the middle of the path, seeing that there were not one but two people here. Chris Willingham and none other than the last person she could handle seeing, Albus Potter. “Here. Um, I figured you might want this. I kind of heard what happened. I suppose everyone has. You two were good friends, weren’t you? Anyway, this is on the house. It’s the least that I could do for you. I’ll just, um, go.” Chris handed Al a large bottle of Firewhiskey, clapping him on the shoulder before passing Riley to head back to the castle. She had never seen Al look like this. He was haggard and unkempt, with red rimmed eyes. He was crying even now, which broke Riley into pieces. She collapsed against the tree next to her, clutching to it for support. She didn’t want to see this any more than she had wanted to see Bri this upset. He opened the bottle of Firewhiskey, taking a gulp that made Riley’s throat burn just thinking about it. When he reached into his robe, Riley suddenly knew what he was going to pull out. The letter. The one that she had written to him, revealing every secret she had kept. She had been apprehensive when writing the letter at first. Did she really want to admit her deepest feelings to him? Her deepest feelings shouldn’t have involved Albus to begin with. Riley should have been so happy with Scott that she would never have a need to like anyone else that she met. But things didn’t work that way and she liked Albus. Of course, he hadn’t known about the things that were happening to her. No one but she and Scott did. But who would want someone so broken, so scarred? No. She had done this for a reason and it was too late to change things now.
He gulped another mouthful of Firewhiskey, wiping his mouth. She could tell that he’d read his letter multiple times as well with caused her throat to constrict with a fresh round of tears. He had it open to a specific a part which he was now tracing with his finger. As scared as she was of what would happen to her fragile state, she moved forward looking to see which part he was reading.
This is going to sound stupid and petty and selfish and I probably shouldn’t even tell you, but what do I care, all of this won’t matter in a few days. I like you Al. I like like you. It’s stupid considering you’d never look at me like that to begin with. I mean, there’s so many girls at this school that really like you. So why would you notice the random fifth year who barely talks to people? Regardless, I’ve had some of my favorite times with you. Wherever I end up, be sure that I’ll remember those. I hope you remember me, Al.
She had continued to explain various things to him, most being about her and her little siblings and stories about Bri. Al put the letter away, grabbing the bottle again and taking a drink that drained at least a quarter of the bottle. When he started crying harder, Riley gave up on everything. She fell to the ground, watching as Al picked rocks off the ground and threw them, shattering branches and scaring animals. When his rage ebbed and he had no adrenaline left, he fell to his knees, burying his head in his hands and sobbing quietly alone in the clearing with a half empty bottle of Firewhiskey. “I DON’T WANT TO SEE THIS ANYMORE! LET ME LEAVE!” She didn’t even realize that the voice was hers until her throat protested at the volume. Closing her eyes and covering her ears she shut out the world, sobbing until she was no longer aware of her surroundings.
After what seemed like an eternity to her, she opened her eyes to see she was in a completely different place. It was a small home, cozy and decorated like she had always told herself that she would make her house. It contained a variety of both magic and Muggle contraptions, the most interesting to her being a large television that showed her the goings on of the people she loved. She figured out eventually that she could watch their lives and be aware of what they were doing, making her feel not so alone. She watched as Bri and Al comforted each other, eventually making themselves back into the people they were before she killed herself. Even though she could no longer speak or be seen, she was in the places she used to roam, she was with the people she used to be around, and most importantly, she was watching over them.
WE GO TOGETHER, A HUFFLEPUFF MIX
boomerang, miniature tigers
throw your boomerang, boomerang, throw yourself away
i’ll follow the sun, the beatles
one day, you’ll look to see i’ve gone, for tomorrow’ll be rain so, i’ll follow the sun
generator second floor, freelance whales
don’t fix my smile, life is song enough
marrakesh express, crosby, stills, nash & young
looking at the world through a sunset in your eyes
everything happens for a reason, eli mardock
saw something light in the sky from my room, you tell me it is the moon
up, up, up, the givers
you’re gon’ find your way, find your way to be
would it be nice, the beach boys
wouldn’t it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn’t have to wait so long
cold hands (warm heart), brendan benson
cold hands, warm heart, we just need some time apart, and everything will be okay
mushaboom, feist
unpacking the bags and setting up, planting lilacs and buttercups
kooks, david bowie
will you stay in our lovers story? if you stay you won’t be sorry, ‘cause we believe in you, soon you’ll grow to take a chance on a couple of kooks, hung up on romancing
tongue tied, group love
take me to your best friends house, i loved you then and i loved you now, oh yeah
we go together, grease soundtrack
we go together like rama-lama-lama, ding-diddy-ding de-dong, together forever like shoo-wap sha na-na na-na yippidy boom-de-boom
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OVER TEA AND BISCUITS
A MEGAN AND WILLIAM MIXhome- edward sharp and the magnetic zeros
all day and all of the night- the kinks
baby i’m yours- the arctic monkeys
michelle- the beatles
toothpaste kisses- the maccabees
let’s stay together- cameron mitchell
northern wind- city and colour
and i love her- the beatles
such great heights- iron & wine
shelter- birdy
imperfections- tom milsom
folding chair- regina spektor
i was made for sunny days- the weepies
i just do- dear and the headlights
NOW NOW DARLING; ASW YOUNGEST SISTERS
a mix for the youngest sisters with a song for their relationship with their older sibling(s)
|| because when they’re young, they detest their age. the waiting, the hoping, the watching everybody else get things first. and when they’re old, they’re still youngest and constantly reminded of the family ties (some strong, some damaged beyond repair) that they will never be able to lose. ||
EVER YOUNG speeding cars, imogen heap. (there there, baby it’s just text book stuff, it’s in the abc of growing up, now now, darling, don’t lose your head, none of us were angels, and you know i love you, yeah)
lily. burning stars, mimicking birds. (protectiveness is the boys’ speciality. teasing them for it is hers. )
and all we are is burning stars, shining brightly making sure you dont float too far, i’ll keep an eye on you if you keep one on meace. twilight galaxy, metric. (their mother does not define them. even they can’t define their relationship.)
did they warn you, better shape up, if you want to succeed, i don’t know about you, who are they talking to, they’re not talking to melo. time lapse lifeline, maria taylor. (it is a bond made of snapshots and letters and differences that they never imagined.)
capture images of boy and man till its done, and seven years combined is just a flicker of neon signhannah. underneath the sycamore, death cab. (they’re a tough trio; stronger that they look. and of course, they look magnificent.)
now we are under the same sun, feel it through the leaves, let it heal us, we are the same, we are both sane, underneath the sycamoredella. wild one, harlequin. (a sick, tiny part of her still believes he cares. foolishly, she does.)
they say: “oh dear child, he’s a wild one, he’s ok” they say: “it’s all or nothing for him, he’s gone astray”janie. paris, kate nash. (laughter, joking, warmth. not a second of it is taken for granted.)
you can do anything that you want, world is an oyster, don’t dissapoint us, you can stand on your own two feet, you can lead me through the streetssierra. the minnow & the trout, a fine frenzy. (a patchwork family and she’s just another piece that doesn’t fit.)
we are tied in history connected like a family, please, i know that we’re different, we were one cell in the sea in the beginningriss. goodbye, lettie. (despite rarely cursing, she curses the age gap between them; wishes she had a twin, too.)
will you tell the truth, will you miss me on the nights when i’m far away when i’m on the other side, will you pick me up when i fall down on my knees?AND STILL YOUNGEST in my veins, andrew belle. (all that you rely on, and all that you can save will leave you in the morning and find you in the day, oh you’re in my veins and i cannot get you out)
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