Liquid Sovereigntyfeeling utterly exhausted / hopelesss / the thoughts scattered in all directions / It’s hopeless trying to convince myself
The delirious ravings of an exhausted motherVodka, cigarettes, escapism.
little toe – (PG)He whispered in her ear hoarsely ‘it’s me hot stuff, relax…’
And the world fell downSo now when you ask me how i am / with that mocking concern in your eyes / I paste on a smile / And tell you i’m fine
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