I'm looking for a word that describes the feeling of not knowing what I'm supposed to feel. It's almost ineffable. When you're stuck in that black abyss the goth kids rant and rave about, mood: apathetic. I kid. If you're expecting this post to reveal my morphing into a hair flipping-black lipstick emo child of Lucifer, you're disillusioned. I do know where you can find a werewolf though, if anyone were interested.
It's rather fascinating to watch how I take distractions to newer and better heights, a chameleon when situations flow in my favor. I sense a thunderstorm a brewing, it's magnetic forces pulling at me like elephant glue thus making it almost impossible to walk away (or unsubscribe). I wonder if I'll be able to adapt to the rain, when I'm forced to forget these moments.
In another life, I would be your girl.
We'd keep bullet promises; be us against the world.
In another life, I would make you stay.
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away.
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