i was a plain jane.

here. and there. with stops somewhere in-between. spaces as always. voiced by songs found in commercials and snippets of lyrics taken out of context, twisted and reshaped. with cover songs killing time and killing hope. with parenthesis unheard but printed on the page never looked at. sometimes that’s all that’s need. with it all falling into that feeling that comes.

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