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How could I stand here and not be moved by you? (Katherine, Peter, Aly, Lydia, Thomas)
Katherine had tried to kill herself the second the angels had left her alone. She didn't belong here. Not in this world where she found only pain. There was nothing for her here. Her daughter had moved on. Peter had moved on. No one loved her. No one cared.
( Bet you're tired of me waitin' for the scraps to fall off your table to the ground... )
( Bet you're tired of me waitin' for the scraps to fall off your table to the ground... )