"Down in Paris they walk fast
That is, unless they're walking slow
And in cafes they look away
That is, unless they look right in
And in the gardens I get lost
That is, unless I'm getting found
And if you are the ghost of New York city
Won't you stick around?
Ne me quitte pas, mon chere"
- Ne Me Quitte Pas, Regina Spektor
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Saving Hannah
Chase and his family are different. They do things normal people can't do. They could see the future, move th...
Literary Attempts
Essays, poems, one-shots and other memorabilia of my awkward childhood. Read at your own expense and be prepa...