Subject: Bag-filled eyelids.

Oct 10, 2009 21:51

I am self-aware. It makes my stomach hurts and my blood pump faster.

The smell of coals is stuck in my nostrils and the pain of work is stuck to my feet.
Eleven:eleven, let me wish for a good day tomorrow.

My life has been filled with nothing but bad fortune.
I change my mind.
Eleven:eleven bring me back to fifteen. I was happy then.

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jamialine October 12 2009, 21:44:04 UTC
I used to really miss 15, a lot. I really love 20, though.

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