It hurts
My head hangs
I'm scared
The dream - gave out
Darkness is flooding my life
What I had hold of, has disappeared
Can I trust that when I close my eyes
I will wake up to try, yet again, another day
~N
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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