Two Down, One To Go

[JUSTIN:] Lessons we write are just conventions, and as we grow we see that there's too much more than that. The blood flows from my nose. To justify the hits that I received. What will they think of me now that I'm not scared? There's so many pieces they left out and I'm proud that I can put it together on my own. I'm not scared

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[TOM:] Dream alone. I say, "For your own, here is myself." To love and become. But I don't exist at all. Though I try, still in vain. All for myself. Still I try to get the message. Why still try when no one's listening. I've got to have it for my own. Where are you going. Where have you been

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[CASEY:] Blood binds us yet pushes us so far apart. A collection of characteristics, a shared name. A photobook burial of borrowed memories - a glorious misrepresentation of what we never were. Home videos hang hollow in a house so stale with age. Tradition ties the knot on strings attached to this notion of family