She She's Gone
Lucy is dead. Lucy poisoned herself. She is no longer here. He needs me, not her. She's gone. Life is for the living. I'm alive.
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Bem-vindos! Bem-vindos! —________________________________________________________ F. Lovett Vamos lá, F. Lovett é um apelido que recebi da...
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It was just him coming back and my dreams came back with him.
Ten songs in shuffle and ten drabbles based on each song and how I felt. Sweenett because Sweenett is life.
"There are no impossible dreams, after all, and no invisible seams. At the end of the day, through the night, daily, Lovett didn't ask for much; she just wanted to be with her lover." Shipper: Sweeney Todd/Mrs. Lovett.
"She was tired of his lies. She should tell him about Lucy soon, let him kill her, it would be better. Nothing could be worse than this agony and distrust of having to hide the truth."
"He went on to play another of the songs he knew, his fingers de-rusting and getting more and more used to the keys. There couldn't be a better feeling in the world than that. Turns out there was, and for Nellie, it was Sweeney's kisses. "