Twistdmentality: Is My Mother Alive? Does She Know About Me? Where I Am, Where I’m Going? Does She Care? Promise Me, She Had Cried, In A Room That Smelled Of Blood And Roses. Promise Me, Ned. The Fever Had Taken Her Strength And Her Voice Had Been
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[feed your head] We’re all pathological in our own ways. A 1960’s Hannibal AU mix. All tracks not exclusively 60’s music. (LISTEN)
