I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence — Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence — Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence — Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence — Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence — Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.

— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

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