you will go to the paper towns
and you will never come back
The papers all crumbled under your feet. Oh those precious, precious contents of those papers. Maybe they will come back, you say. Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. All your thoughts are wasted on those precious, precious papers, Maybe they will come back, you say. Maybe they won't. Oh, the city of knights. The city for knights. The city to knights. Tonight is just a few hours away. Every night is just for a few days. Without a night there will be no morning. Without a knight, there will be no king. And oh how, miserable it can be, when days are just days and nights are just nights. And a knight without a king and a king without a knight. Because, for every good there must be a bad. And for every truth there must be a lie. And that was what you wasted in the papers crumbled under your feet.
● ● ● ● if you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all
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+ officially announced open on 3/8/2013
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