late night obsessions are born of a whiskey bottle and a shotgun mind,
under the weight of a pillow,
within the soul of a man,
inclined to convince the world that some things are supposed to matter
even when he's fairly certain that no one is even listening
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Author:
elchupacabra (
Offline) - Published: January 5th, 2017 22:48
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Comments3
Man you said a lot with a little enjoyed. Tfs
It often seems I'm just talking to the wall. Greatly enjoyed reading this! -- phoenix
Great. Enjoyed tbis.
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