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after ridiculous shopping on third & viewing the most brilliant movie (rules of attraction), my emotions exploded. smashed, shattered, broken, inoperative. silence is deafening & all i want to do is scream. i hate pity parties, drippy eyeliner, & bad poetry. these veins are fueled by creativity, heartache did grant me that. i'm shaking like a revolution & all i can do is smile. everything must be preordained, it's all so typical. simplicity never existed for me & i guess i'm okay with that.
i want passion.
i want passion.