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Coffee Shop Soundtrack

* Angelina's P.O.V. *

I sighed, THIS was bitter-sweet.

This picture I was unpacking included me and my twin brother, sadly I don't know where he is, I just know his last name.

The same as mine, obviously.

He left Salem when he was 18, he wanted to pursue dreams of being in a band.

He left for Huntington, where I am currently.

I hope he is in a band.

I hope he is out there, going for his dreams.

Hopefully achieving them, setting and reaching goals.

But I never know, he could end up like my parents.

Stay in the present.

My hands began to shake while looking at it, we were 13, he had his arm around me.

He had his Slayer t-shirt on, he always tried to get me to enjoy his music.

I honestly did, I acted like I didn't though.

Who would want to like something your brother or sister did? That was disgusting.

I chuckled to myself, how naive we were.

Regardless of everything we went through, we were always happy children.

I mean, obviously excluding teenage years, but who really is happy then?

It's all about " finding yourself ".

I'm quite proud to say I STILL haven't found myself.

All I know is that I'm Angelina, and I write.

That's just who I am, my essence.

I sighed, future, Angelina, future. I finished unpacking all of my things, honestly there wasn't much at all.

The only thing I needed to survive was my laptop anyways.

That sounded quite depressing, let's carry on.

I need to get familiar to this Huntington Beach place.

I decided I would go to get coffee from somewhere.

I aspired to find one of those cool, low-key coffee shops where people have poetry readings and you talk about literature.

But chances are, that probably wouldn't happen.

Maybe that's just in books, I don't know.

Sometimes I have difficulty dissecting fiction from reality.

I am so caught up in my thoughts.

I can be quite content with coming up with little stories in my head.

But that's the problem, it's inside of my brain, a.k.a. where all of " Then " is located.

That's why I write, when I press onto that paper it's there.

It is documented, it makes me happy. It makes me have a reason to live. It is off my back for a while.



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