The music was immobilizing me. Song after song of love and loss and moving on. Some of the worst ones from the early years.
I guess that’s what I’ll call it now, the early years, the start of the grief, the start of the end of my life.
I guess that’s what I’ll call it now, the early years, the start of the grief, the start of the end of my life.
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