Hypomanic

I’m sorry, my little sweet babes, in a couple of days I wont even want to play my guitars; I will frequent my bars and theyll asked whats changed – it’s a shame: I would love to be up forever and always but I know Ill get tired, there’s a bed where Ill stay til twilight – sweating, nervous, most delighted for a cough or a twitch in the stomach to call out of living for a sweet brief while

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~ by perfectionatrix on September 3, 2017.

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