As a little girl I'd ask my mother thousands of questions and I'd never understand her answers and she'd would always reply with you'll understand when you're get older but now as I'm curled up in my best friends arms, bathed in vodka and fire in my lungs I know there are things I no longer wish to understand.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoetryFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
