Three a.m, part oneThree a.m.. and the Tumbling Card House.Three a.m, part one
It’s three a.m. in these stifling suburbs and this goddamn tin can holds all my secrets. The radio blares on the speakers, the static invading by brain and drowning out my thoughts whilst I press down on the accelerator, speeding away from a life I never asked for. I twist in my seat, squirming with pleasure at the thought of my parents waking up to an empty bed and an empty driveway. That ought to fuck them up alright.
The boot is loaded down with all my demons, the front seat littered with cigarette butts and the three bottles of vodka I brought along for the ride and I can’
Hello Children
Guilty
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collect the moments one by one...I guess that's how the future's done.
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You acted the film star while you were still spoken for, it didn't look rosy for me.
'YOUR HEART IS NOT BREAKING IT IS POPPY-RED AND IT WILL GO ON AS WE ALL GO ON.' Heather Schimel
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