Chapter 23

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Okay well some of my last chapter didn't publish proberply on my phone but it did on my laptop? So I dont know I am posting it here again just incase it didn't publish so sorry if it published for you but yeah here you go. Bit of a rough week for me my dog died suddenly and yeah it was really hard so sorry I have not been using my fan account a lot but soz right here's the update fianly.

due to her being so postive in Harry's life but then I relised she was married with a little child.

"Oh cool whats she like?" I ask

"Well she is like 31, she thinks she is so punk" He laughs to him self as he turns on the radio.

Suddenly my old green day album comes on due to my phone being connected and on shuffle. Jesus of Suburbia comes blasting through my car speakers, this song always gets me going. I instantly begin shouting the lyrics to the 9 minute song. Harry gives me a funny look before joining in himself.

"At the center of the Earth

In the parking lot

Of the 7-11 where I was taught

The motto was just a lie

It says home is where your heart is

But what a shame

Cause everyone's heart

Doesn't beat the same

It's beating out of time

City of the dead

At the end of another lost highway

Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned

Lost children with dirty faces today

No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti

In the bathroom stall

Like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall

And so it seemed to confess

It didn't say much

But it only confirmed that

The center of the earth

Is the end of the world

And I could really care less" We shout at the top of our lungs. I can't wait for my favourite part.

After a short while of singing it fianlly comes.

"Dearly beloved are you listening?

I can't remember a word that you were saying

Are we demented or am I disturbed?

The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh, therapy, can you please fill the void?

Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?

Nobody's perfect and I stand accused

For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse"

To live and not to breathe

Is to die in tragedy

To run, to run away

To find what you believe

And I leave behind

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