My day died an abrupt death. Ignominious.
At the hands (and lips) of my own mother.
Yet another broken thread, burning bridge,
lost key to a door shut in your face without a parting kiss.
Ce la ma vie.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
My day died an abrupt death. Ignominious.
At the hands (and lips) of my own mother.
Yet another broken thread, burning bridge,
lost key to a door shut in your face without a parting kiss.
Ce la ma vie.
Everyday squabbles
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