My condolences
I'll shed a tear with your family
I'll open a bottle up
Pour a little bit out in your memory
I'll be at the wake dressed in all black
I'll call out your name, but you won't call back
I'll hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye
'Cause, baby, you're dead to me
ps: I suggest you listen to the whole song while your tears comfort your thoughts.
love, florence
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Rose's Pleasures
Non-FictionA work more dedicated to my anxiety and panic attacks; Some pictures and excerpts that form a beautiful color palette, soon becomes a form of pleasure for me.
