after she goes, i got brokenhearted. laying on our bed listened to all the easy songs she used to listened to. and it got me paralyzed. i figured out that my mood was also enforced by the music i listened to.
so for the next couple of days or so, i spend my time browsing the old crank-throated fast-speed i used to listen to in the last eighteen years.
and i got relieved. by refusing to slow it down /m\
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