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Nov. 9th, 2004 @ 12:43 am Acoustic
Current Mood: apatheticapathetic
Current Music: My Chemical Romance

Hazy eyed in a smoke-filled room, she watches him resolutely. Every soft squeak of nylon guitar strings catching her breath at the back of her throat. She sips at her strong coffee, inhales a lungful of her menthol cigarette and watches. He sings beautifully into the microphone and she imagines every word is for her.

Each one a plaster for her fractured heart.
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