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Title: DRAMA DOESN'T FOLLOW ME
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LANDON ORION LUMIOS - February 13, 2012 02:44 AM (GMT)
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with everything to ask for;;
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Busted plans and cigarettes
Nights and days I won't forget
Sleeping on my best friends floor
With everything to ask for
Clear skies and sing-a-longs
I ask myself what could go wrong
A thousand times I would go back
You only have to ask

Come with me I'll take you there
To a place where we don't have to care
We'll sit and watch the world go by
Welcome to my paradise

Sleeping in and alcohol
Crowded city streets
Flashing lights, shattered dreams
A paradise it seems

Take my hand and follow me to a better place
A place I call my own sweet home
A place to call my own
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While most people knew the possible consequences of walking on train tracks and at least kept an eye out Landon was not most people. Which was what left in in the middle of the tracks, his legs spreed a little bit arms down at each side and i-pod in his pocket speakers enabling the sound of a train to emit at a volume loud enough for anyone within a few feet of the boy to hear them and look around in fear. Anyone excluding Landon that is.
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To Landon it was a game. His feet moving a few inches each rapidly before switching to the other foot somehow managing to keep from stumbling over to rocks and the wooden rails. his arms going back and forth in the opposite rhythm of hers feet as he tried to mimic the horn sound every time it sounded.
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To some people.. They might wonder if Landon was all there, in his head that is. To anyone who knew him though this was just another Landon moment. The empty alcohol bottle was dropped a few feet back and the two other bottles of vodka lay against a tree even farther back. Not that he cared at this point he had enough at the moment to have a pleasant buzz going on (despite what many would think Landon most definitely cannot hold his alcohol and gets drunk and tipsy very easily).
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Alcohol added on to his already wacky personality left the rather odd boy to playing train. Somehow he had ducked out of the grasp of his 'babysitter' and sister. Otherwise he wouldnt be anywhere near the train tracks nor would he have been allowed alcohol at least not much. Shockingly he wasnt with any of his cousins either in fact he was alone at the moment.
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His car had been left.. Well really he wasnt sure. So if he were to be run over by a train (which was a possibility since he was on a track that was used on occasion) no one was likely to figure out he was dead for quiet some time. Instead thinking he had took off and merely gotten lost for a few weeks or so before getting worried.
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It didnt really matter at all though since Landon really didnt care how could a train hit someone as awesome as him? It simply wasnt going to happen! It was these thoughts that ran through his head as he continued goofing off not even hearing the cracking of branches as someone approached.


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