And she screams, and her voice is straining

One night, at about 3 am, I couldn't sleep. So, I spent a while messing with my camera. This is a really awesome dress I have (that I hope to fit in again, if I ever get off the meds I'm on now).



I really like this one.





Can you tell I'm gross? My hair definitely needs to be washed.








She says baby
It's 3 am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it

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