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Sunday, October 21, 2012

Moody

How can I possibly describe the mood I'm in?
It makes me want to fall in love
It makes me want to fight a stranger
It makes me want to spit off a building and then jump, see what hits the ground first
It makes me want to run
It makes me want to stay home
It makes me want to drink until the world spins
It makes me want to write song after song, singing them until the words lose meaning
It makes me want to kiss someone whose mouth tastes of coffee and cigarettes
It makes me want to swim in dark, cold water, gazing up at an equally dark, cold sky

It makes me very difficult to understand, or even be around
So I wouldn't advise trying.

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