Thursday, May 2, 2019

Sludgey

Post partum blues,
affect the hypnotic synchrony.

Take the wheel and steer if you're going to blame me.

I'm no longer responsible for your unhappiness.

We're past the point of no return.

If you plan on drowning your sorrows with a pint,
make sure I'm six feet under before you toast.

Self love will heal the hole in your heart.

Too bad it's sludge stained and closed for good. 


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