repetition is a tool of the untalented. (ie: me) the only people who write about california are the ones who don't live there. hello, my name is darkened eyes and i miss the east coast. i remember when i knew first love was first ending. i had a heart around my neck and it was the first time making love felt so fake because my heart had fallen off and he said, " it doesnt matter ." i was restless restless last night because what ended six months ago is still here inside my heart somehow even after all the rotten parts . . . hello, my name is brightened eyes and i miss the intimacy. the only people who write about love are the ones who don't have it.
10.20.05                                      so fucking st e r  i   l    e  .
stop plagiarism.
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