A surge of nothingness impregnates my stomach
Like, nothing is right
When it seems, nothing is wrong
I feel it in every breath that I come to
And I can’t, shake it off
When I can’t, hold it in place
Viva la Rebellion
A surge of nothingness impregnates my stomach
Like, nothing is right
When it seems, nothing is wrong
I feel it in every breath that I come to
And I can’t, shake it off
When I can’t, hold it in place
Sigh… I just figgered that essential oils are unsustainable. I’m tryina figger if I can turn orange peels into a concoction to put in my difuser. Oh pooey… Now I hafta rethink my plan for creating my own hair and body products. I can still do it without scent. Hmmm mmm… I ponder if hydrosol […]
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