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On the hot June night I wonder if my mother thought of love and life through her screams of pain and screams for drugs. Did she know I..

There’s a pain in my head I need pills Warm, wet on my neck I want a towel An anxiety in my stomach slowing in my heart ..

The war of the small children.

My mind gets carried away and my hand just follows.

it’s a nihilistic season let’s just sleep because life is a dream so why not make it what we want even if it’s in..

I wonder if getting drunk and getting hot and delirious and crying and passing out and waking up with hair stuck to my face and a pain..

I didn’t mean to ruin everything for you. I didn’t want to make you cry. But they say that you can only put out what&rsquo..

There is a Bright Eyes song called Gold Mine Gutted... inspiration.

he needs her to conform to because he is a nebulous being half-hearted attempts at a philosophical goal but to be happy content comforta..

Is this what religion is supposed to be? Should I even judge?