There is an open can of worms dancing around in my head, mocking me. I can't wrestle them into any sort of logical order.
I feel nauseous. Whether it's the nights or just my life, I can't tell.
Xx
There is an open can of worms dancing around in my head, mocking me. I can't wrestle them into any sort of logical order.
I feel nauseous. Whether it's the nights or just my life, I can't tell.
Xx
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