There are so many beautiful people here.
It's always changing.
There's always something new
As if consistency is something they fear.
The sun shines brighter here, favoring this spot.
Rushing waves tie my stomach in a knot.
The sand between my toes is buring hot.
Everything here is new to me.
Moving across the country was supposed to make me feel free.
But California is a scary place.
Not all it's cracked up to be.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
There are so many beautiful people here.
It's always changing.
There's always something new
As if consistency is something they fear.
The sun shines brighter here, favoring this spot.
Rushing waves tie my stomach in a knot.
The sand between my toes is buring hot.
Everything here is new to me.
Moving across the country was supposed to make me feel free.
But California is a scary place.
Not all it's cracked up to be.
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