and I’ve sent away all my smoke and let my wine cupboards go empty
how I’m feeling at this moment
Rester là à t’attendre, c’est comme attendre l’hiver.
Did you know that every day I obsess over what I didn’t get done and that my failures from this lead me into a depressive low?
The nights are getting strange
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