We are ordinary people. Beautiful as we are, we can still get lost.
The point where Kodaline started to sound a whole lot like Muse: standing in the empty skate jungle, letting the music in, in, all the way in, I felt a chill rise up from my gut through my spine into my ears my hair and into the air. Kodaline was electric and far, far too short.
I am. aching. Physically and well. in the heart. I hate this.
Must be menstruation.
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