I can’t sleep when the lights are on needle in arm, your very best friend died on my birthday. you found out exactly two months later two months of ***** kid paradise ohio looked more approachable from florida. his parents said you were the last to speak to him alive. you were wishing to god you had been sober for this conversation. that year christmas was big macs and sour apple jello shots. It felt like riding in rockstar vans with men who were my god and lucifer all at once and you can call me Persephone you can call me bad luck.