Grinding, grinding, grinding.
Until my gums bleed and swell from the irritation of my colliding teeth.
I make up my mind to quit, and my mind whispers lovingly down, "Stop please."
By this time it is an impossibility.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
Grinding, grinding, grinding.
Until my gums bleed and swell from the irritation of my colliding teeth.
I make up my mind to quit, and my mind whispers lovingly down, "Stop please."
By this time it is an impossibility.
