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this thing may as well not exist. i am playing again. i'm going to do it. i'm going to do it right. this is no time to let go of my dreams. the window is open and the cool air is what is keeping me sane right now. i don't think fall is my season: it never has been. i don't want to watch myself slowly decline. i have lost touch with almost all of the people i am close to. i don't actually feel close to anyone, really, with one or two exceptions. why am i so censored? why do i feel like i can't hurt anyone? when all i'm actually doing is hurting everyone around me.
how do you stop? how do you feel again? or stop feeling everything?
i'm leaving las vegas
the light's so bright
palms sweat, black jack
on a saturday night
i'm leaving las vegas
i'm leaving for good
love&glitter.