Memoirs of an Evening
Dig deep deeper — never good enough — no the psych won’t open up just for anyone — you have to be a special kind of person — one so scarred that even the track marks don’t show. Wear tear bare it well — tolerate the tension dread devil dog that comes with it.
Down hard tonight and in my mind wears a friend calling me back but I can’t go why not? Oh, **** I need to go! No no you must be here for your mother’s visit.
She’s younger — like when I was a teenager — speaking eloquently — nothing as frightening as the demented dada painting that came later.
Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 5:53 AM UTC
Memoirs of an Evening
Dig deep deeper — never good enough — no the psych won’t open up just for anyone — you have to be a special kind of person — one so scarred that even the track marks don’t show. Wear tear bare it well — tolerate the tension dread devil dog that comes with it.
Down hard tonight and in my mind wears a friend calling me back but I can’t go why not? Oh, **** I need to go! No no you must be here for your mother’s visit.
She’s younger — like when I was a teenager — speaking eloquently — nothing as frightening as the demented dada painting that came later.
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36/Cisgender Female/Melbourne Australia
Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 5:53 AM UTC
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