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 Iâm getting ready to be punched in the cheekbone.  CabinetsâŚ










