she goes stumbling
through her memories.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
i don't know what i'm doing in this city
sometimes i listen to a song i've heard a thousand times before, but i feel like i'm hearing it for the very first time and it's written just for me. i like that feeling.
And I've never been so alone and I've never been so alive.
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