shopping malls tire me out, they promise so much and rarely deliver, so much sparkle and shine yet no comfort to be found, only a cold hard glare and glazed stares through glass, look prettier than they actually are, whatever the opposite of home is is what shopping malls most likely are
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That's a Death Cab song in the title. Don't be a stealer
ReplyDeletesorry, too tired to be disappointed in myself / original
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