Nevagiveup XtraBilia

They ned to drug me to keep me awake, they had to sweat to take my measure, they took me everything away from me, they had to cradle me to not make me vomit, They are dressing now me and I can go back to sew. Like i had never decided anything. If Sex is the Drug , then i ask, what is the cost. I open too many windows, i need a enemy to trust in, let me go out, they closed my eyes to make me see better, and i go now back to sew.