like a speck
pollen in the sky
passed on the street
whisper full of lies
you gave it all
and you took it all away
i knew the price
and i played and played and played
a smudge on a lens
lawnmower throwing grass
i had to leave this place
and i left it fast
and the streets all blur like paintings
mistakes all dull with time
the windows open just a crack
and every star is mine.
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she melts and mends. all the pieces scatter and shatter. and then they fit right back together.
hi. welcome to the unread ramblings of a girl with nothing important to say. this doesn't stop her from sharing all her meaningless opinions and observations. she swears. she can't spell. she binges on cake and vodka.
"people blog because they think their lives are more important than they actually are".
- me, october 22, 2007, to shannon after she told me about a shirt that says "no one reads your blog". i told her i want it. and i also want a shirt that says "i blog, therefore i am".
"people blog because they think their lives are more important than they actually are".
- me, october 22, 2007, to shannon after she told me about a shirt that says "no one reads your blog". i told her i want it. and i also want a shirt that says "i blog, therefore i am".
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