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This is my dark place. I am alone. I sever all ties with reality. This is my mind, my imagination. This is where i am at my best. My words, my nonsense, my sarcasm, my humor. Love or hate, i don't care. This is my place. My Aria.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Pretending Everything Is Right...

This drama sat shot gun
My eyes rained like autumn
Only the glove box knows
How the story goes
Now that this bandage is broken and the cuts left in open
I'll tell you just one thing, this wasn't worth the sting

- Make-Up Smeared Eyes by Automatic Loveletter

That song is playing on repeat most of the time now. And i'm in love with that bridge. Coz it's a lesson learned over and over again.

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