She was an American Girl

raised on promises

Apr. 24th, 2010

( She's a special girl you know, the kind I like to see hanging on the wall, watching me cross the street. I wonder how long it will until I'm sick of her, and I no longer care where she goes or has been, because she's the new thing. She is the new thing, another new thing. Feel my stomach sink. I cast myself in. She is the new thing, always a new thing. Staring at her, alterior girl. )

( My head in the speakers is drowning out volumes )

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