If alcohol doesn’t soothe me
And music doesn’t move me
It’s no wonder I can’t cope
This crippling anxiety
Coupled with impropriety
Has left me devoid of hope
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If alcohol doesn’t soothe me
And music doesn’t move me
It’s no wonder I can’t cope
This crippling anxiety
Coupled with impropriety
Has left me devoid of hope
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
Good golly. I thought it was something to do with a limb lamenting it’s tree-fall. Shows how much I know……
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Haha! I suppose it could be interpreted in a few ways this one. I quite like yours to be fair 😊🖤
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Reblogged this on About the Jez of It and commented:
Some days, too many days, are just this
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Thank you for the reblog my friend 👍🖤
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Most welcome, great write
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🖤🖤
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A sad little ode. 😒🖤
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Tis indeed 😔🖤
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😭💙
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🖤🖤
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I really feel this one 💜
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Thank you my friend 🖤
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💜
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share great posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! 😘💕🎁🌹
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