amnesia

I want no one to remind me of my past, to divine who I am, to tell me what I shall do. I want to wake up, catch the light behind my lashes, and being called with a name I've never heard before.

Plastic bags and baggy pants, dusty dawn and faded tans. A loner gets lonely, a beauty queen feels ugly. We are scared to translate what feel inside, terrified anyone seek what we hide.
She ran on the thin line, he poured a glass of wine. She wants you, to paint her blue. You will never stay, not even her hair turns grey. She's filled with anger, but all she thinks is your smell that lingers.
She found herself wake up on the west of London, and you are not the one on her phone. Good bye Malaysia, maybe she has amnesia. New city, makes her feel pretty. She goes with a new repute, brand new attitude.
'London, tell him that I have moved on and I'm counting on the day he will admire me from far.'

P.s: I am not 'she' :p

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Admiring London,
Liv