I used to think it was charming-
Our self medication
Our hidden sips of scotch while we drove in your car
Doing lines straight out of the palm of my hand
Passing out on a subway platform in London.
Face first in my own vomit
Moving six times in a single year
Being paralyzed on ketamine with a stranger cumming on my face against my will
Getting plastered on Paris new years eve and going to that sex spa
And those men who tried to rape me and drown you
But it really isn't charming
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