A mob outside my house,
A mob inside by head.
I smoke my cigarettes,
And drink my coffee.
I wonder if I want to erase the bad from my life,
But then,
Hanging by a thread,
I open the door to a memory.
And use that string,
To climb back up.
Holistic Trauma Therapist
A mob outside my house,
A mob inside by head.
I smoke my cigarettes,
And drink my coffee.
I wonder if I want to erase the bad from my life,
But then,
Hanging by a thread,
I open the door to a memory.
And use that string,
To climb back up.
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