When people ask me why I miss Los Angeles so much.. : How can u describe something that was never meant to keep inside Something so daring, no rules to abide Freedom is the wind that blows through my hair Its simply the magic in the air That even the darkest of sides can not bare Its a place where our angels n demons dance together to the rhythm of the city n where the most unique n abstract of people r considered pretty Its a place where love n war r one of the same A place where even the shyest of creatures can not be tamed Theres a sense of whimsy in a life worth living Ill live in LA, as long as im breathing
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 10:26:43 +0000
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