Life in Los Angeles is a broken record.
It seems to me I've trapped myself in a room, a room where I can't enjoy the world's sunshine nor the breeze. Where I can't feel the world's pains and joys.
Where I can't hear their laughter, nor sufferings.
I've been locked up in this room because I'm afraid to hear beyond the part of the song LA's broken record offers.
Love&Jewels
About Me
- sah-wee!
- I'm the type of girl that'll mess up anything you hand me, because I'm sort of pretty messed up myself.
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