Motown must die
You ruined Motown for me. Dishes banging, cabinets slamming, loud yells threatening. All these sounds hit me hard in the solar plexus. When I want to go dark I put on Motown annd pair it with beer, all because of you. Pots that get banged and cabinet doors that get shut too hard are my trigger. I tense up at loud pots because I’m getting ready to be punched in the cheekbone. Cabinets…















