Folsom

Broken orbital

Folsom
Lost and alone in your domestic hell.
Constantly trying to keep your fists in check. But this war of attrition has worn you down.
She'd better shut her fucking mouth or that bitch will taste the floor.
One more drink and I'll fucking kill you.

Let these demons take hold over me.
Nothing says love like a broken orbital.

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