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My heart is pounding furiously inside the cavern of my ribcage. And the guitars are doing that roaring maniacal sound I adore and the boy sings and sings his hurt away; flings it as far away from him as possible. And all of a sudden I'm in love. With what I don't even know, I have this tendency to fall in love on Sunday afternoons. When everything roars with absolute&purest beauty: every sound and melody, every image I'll never forget, every laugh and every color screaming across the sky, I feel so fucking alive yknow. Even if I'm trapped within the markings of your territory and I'm just waiting to pounce over your boundaries. I'm just waiting.