worms are eating the memories buried beneath the floorboards and i still can't sleep at nite... drink warm milk she says as she chugs vodka straight from the bottle, later, she pisses herself after screaming in a dream, i'll kick tomorrow she says and smiles as the needle hits the vein and she nods off to die again... the worms eat the memories, but i still can't sleep....
Reason for writing:
free thought writing...
Birth sign: Libra
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