trust me...trust me
staying up with Justine Marie Fritch and Gracie Ruiz until the wee hours of the morning induced with toxins and chemicals that make me feel good. Twas sunrise when Justine said, "Farewell".
The violins are pounding, whining, screeching, telling stories.
When he says "Trust me...trust me....trust me", I always got chills down my spine. With the violins, it seemed to magnify.
Visions of Ashley swining round and round making me feel ill and in turn getting Justine ill. tis not my fault we have a connection.
" In ancient times, if you were sick, they'd make you bleed. Oh honey, I know it hurts "
" You will create a demand for this, your special skill. You will be healing the ill. Surgery...but with no knife "
The violins are pounding, whining, screeching, telling stories.
When he says "Trust me...trust me....trust me", I always got chills down my spine. With the violins, it seemed to magnify.
Visions of Ashley swining round and round making me feel ill and in turn getting Justine ill. tis not my fault we have a connection.
" In ancient times, if you were sick, they'd make you bleed. Oh honey, I know it hurts "
" You will create a demand for this, your special skill. You will be healing the ill. Surgery...but with no knife "