i always wondered if my father was a druggie in my early life. i had a feeling he probably was, in fact i was almost sure.
then i was talking to my sister last night and found out he was a druggie till i was nine.
fancy that.
i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let it go and i can't get through
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