A song with the pure ring of truth. It gripped my sadness and squeezed, the first time I heard it and again every time after. The bass line alone is enough to slightly elevate my pulse. But it’s precious to me, that awful feeling, and I savor the richness of it every time.
I used to think about you all the time
I would think about you all the time
Now it just feels weird;
There you are.
The damage is done.
handkerchief tied to stick 
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