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Out of Sigh, Out of Mind - Mme. Defarge - A Tale of Two Cities

OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND.
SEE THE CHILD OF THE STREET
NEVER GIVE THEM A THOUGHT;
HOW THEY LIVE WHERE THEY SLEEP


GRIND THEM INTO THE GROUND
IT’S THE KIND THING TO DO
DEATH IS WELCOME RETREAT FROM THE SORROW THEY FIND
OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND


BUT HERE, THE PAIN IS NEVER OUT OF SIGHT.
THE SICK, THE STARVED, THE POOR.
THERE IS NO ROOM FOR US TO TURN AWAY.
WE CAN’T JUST SHUT THE DOOR.

OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND.
WHERE THE STRONG NEVER LOOK.
IF WE DON’T COME TOO NEAR IT’S AS IF WE’RE NOT HERE.
AND THERE’S NOTHING TO FEAR.


BUT OUT OF SIGHT WE HAVE THE ROOM TO PLAN
WE WATCH THEM FROM AFAR.
THEY WON’T SUSPECT
THAT SOON WE’LL SEE A DAY
WHEN THEY KNOW WHO WE ARE.


LET THEM STAY UNAFRAID.
JUST FOR NOW KEEP THEM BLIND
PATIENCE WAITS FOR A SPARK
TIL THE TIME THAT IS RIGHT.
WE’LL REMAIN IN THE DARK…


OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND
OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND
OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND

Name Changes - Harrison Osterfield x reader

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Summary: Harrison hadn’t expected to fall in love with how someone says his name, but it happened. 

Warnings: Slight smut (It’s honestly nothing but a heated make out session) and a little angst 

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“My name’s Harrison, but people call me Haz.” He stuck his hand out towards you, “Haz.” You repeated as you shook his hand lightly. The way you said his name resonated in his mind. He had never thought that he could love the way someone would say his name, but every time his name tumbled out of your lips, he was infatuated. He thought it could be just the alcohol getting to him, but he was intoxicated just by the sight of you. You turned your attention back to the drunken Tom who had introduced you two. He watched as your fingers tucked a piece of hair behind your ears, you laughed at Tom’s foolish actions. His heart soared once again.

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Out of Sight, Out of Mind

You took offense
that I wanted to hang
your picture
on the wall at the foot
of my bed
(You wanted the status
of having it
atop my head, rather)
So I hung a painting
of a boat
and fell in love with water,
every morning when these eyes
opened at dawn.
Now you wonder
why I’m always running
for the shore
why I keep a shell
by my bedside
instead of my phone
why I’m immersed
in making waves
than sleeping
under your starry eyes.

lets be honest,
there is nothing like the pain of being forgotten.
we all want to be wanted, and when you realise that you are one of those “out of sight, out of mind” people it hurts a lot worse than we like to let on.
i don’t really think, at least i hope, that no-one particularly dislikes me, its more like i’m simply that one person that no-one can ever quite remember. i’m not looking for sympathy or anything but the realisation that you are being forgotten while you’re still living, well it’s a blow.