~*~
she's restless like Los Angeles
with the lights that never fade
she's troubled like her mother
whom she hasn't seen in days
she's forgotten just like all her dreams
as they don't seem to stay
she's restless like Los Angeles
and her mind is so afraid.
-N
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nat's rant book
Randomsure, it's titled a "rant book", but this lil' book will also cover topics such as; tags/art/schedule changes/Q&A's/poems/etc. enjoy?
