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a gokudera pov for fun:
They're kids totting guns with sharp suits and sharper cards at their side. There's no la-de-da bounce to their steps. Only the clip of heels (all knives concealed): we mean business. It runs through our veins like something holy. Forgiveness is a foreign thing because the streets never forget and neither do we. But what's done is done. With every bullet we put through a skull we know, our sons and daughters will be paying for it. But we've got mindless faith that they'll be dealing out backlash in royal spades. It's this belief that keeps us going and going, it’s why we dive face first into tomorrow. We're people with everything and nothing to lose. C'est la vie, baby, c'est la vie.
We grew up too fast, but it's nothing to cry over. It's better not to miss things cause they slow you down. In this world nostalgia is as helpful as quicksand. It drowns your soul and sucks hearts dry. This is all we have, this is all we'll ever be.
So just deal. Just hold your head up and fuckin' deal.
Crying is for children and civilians.
Mourning is for mothers.
Regret is for fathers.
We are people in a family of a different sort, a different kind. There are things that are foreign to us. Dangerous things we dare not touch, we dare not speak of. Things that stay they way they are. For all its revenge, blood spilt and blood avenged, this is a life we'll never give up.
This is a life we'll never let go.
They're kids totting guns with sharp suits and sharper cards at their side. There's no la-de-da bounce to their steps. Only the clip of heels (all knives concealed): we mean business. It runs through our veins like something holy. Forgiveness is a foreign thing because the streets never forget and neither do we. But what's done is done. With every bullet we put through a skull we know, our sons and daughters will be paying for it. But we've got mindless faith that they'll be dealing out backlash in royal spades. It's this belief that keeps us going and going, it’s why we dive face first into tomorrow. We're people with everything and nothing to lose. C'est la vie, baby, c'est la vie.
We grew up too fast, but it's nothing to cry over. It's better not to miss things cause they slow you down. In this world nostalgia is as helpful as quicksand. It drowns your soul and sucks hearts dry. This is all we have, this is all we'll ever be.
So just deal. Just hold your head up and fuckin' deal.
Crying is for children and civilians.
Mourning is for mothers.
Regret is for fathers.
We are people in a family of a different sort, a different kind. There are things that are foreign to us. Dangerous things we dare not touch, we dare not speak of. Things that stay they way they are. For all its revenge, blood spilt and blood avenged, this is a life we'll never give up.
This is a life we'll never let go.