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Sunday, November 23, 2003

For those of you who get it, and those of you who don't...
It doesn't matter what on earth has got me down, who did it to me, if I did to myself, or why it all happened. Nothing can make me smile or lift my heart like Pat's music. I feel like someone sat in my head and took all the good, the bad, and the ugly and made it beautiful with a song. Maybe it's just because of how events unfolded in my life and what came to my rescue when I was at my worst, but I love his music. It's part of my threadbare gypsy soul.

Finally free
Finally gone
Finally breathing again
Finally back out on my own

Finally here
In an otherwise empty room
Where there's no one here to tear me all apart



♥Oh, so vintage... 9:51 AM


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