I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a train off of the track. I feel dirty, I feel rotten and the colors are all flat. I'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brain. But that's just a thing that happens when my, when my baby goes away.
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busyIizziebee
Jul 02, 2026 10:46PM
volver a hablar con gente con la que reía por horas es una curita para el alma.View all Conversations