antimony (antimony) wrote,
antimony
antimony

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...I wish it all made sense...

I'm flying high on something beautiful and aimless
It has a name but I prefer to call it nameless
It comes and goes and leaves me on a bed of splinters
Feels like I'm living in a town closed down for winter
-Lightning Seeds

(It's not nearly as bad as it was the last time I can remember using that song as my .plan, but it hurts. And that song actually always speaks to me, for good or for ill.)
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