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It felt good, to feel like he could be a part of something. But there was a fundamental distinction between them: they were famous and beloved, and he was not. He didn’t want to drag them down with his own problems.


It feels like every inch of my body...every drop of blood in me...is screaming your name


I wish I could go out with you tonight, without wanting to burn everyone in sight


She was poetry, but he couldn't read


I guess I should stop looking out for you, like I always do, when will you start looking out for me too? Instead of leaving me staring at my shoes


Do not fret! From now on, this castle, and all the lands around it, belong to me.


If he was being honest, Oswald felt a little bit hypocritical. Mickey certainly wasn’t the only one unhealthily concerned with how people felt about him. They were both very similar in that sense.


Are you ready to spend our eternity together?


I'm what's left of Oswald, or more exactly... I'm what you left of him


Ooh, when I'm the gravel we can travel and unravel, the threads that bind us to our senses, I'll pave the way so we can make our mental getaway, I'll be your highway, you can drive all over me


But you still like him better, don't you? You always spend more time with him, and you and everyone else think he's just about the greatest thing alive! And now it's like I'm just an afterthought to you; old news...


My garden of love is in danger from a drawing hand


But you still ended up finding each other, even after all that time you were separated. And that was kinda lucky, wasn’t it?


How long will this follow you? It's so bitter that it's lost control of you and it thirsts for your destruction, yeah, it disgusts me to the core but you don't have to think about it anymore


How fast can a heart shatter, before you're walking on splinters?


Dancing around and around to exhaustion, until we can't tell each other apart


He loves you. He LOVES you. He doesn’t want you to be beating yourself up like this. And I know that you don’t want him to be hurting anymore, either, even if he acts like he isn’t.


Oh you're so protective with your real friends, and you're so careless with your fake ones!


Here, give me your hand. Ahh… Hmm, nice and warm… Very nice… please don’t leave me, and become another dream.


That's not true, Oswald. I couldn't be more proud of you.


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