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Sunday, April 10, 2005

Microphones and leather jackets 

I stood there on the dance floor last night, with people dancing around me. I danced, I listened to the music. I was enjoying myself.

But at the back of my head I was thinking about things I shouldn't have been thinking about. And I was freaking out.

Fuck it right? what happens...happens.

I wish it were that easy.

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