Today I’m listening to: „Something to Talk About" by Badly Drawn Boy
No man’s an island. Was Jon right?
At most times I believe he was wrong. At most times I feel like I’m an island. Maybe we’re all Islands just collapsing from time to time?
When starting a new chapter in life why is it so easy for us to reminiscent on the past.
Why do we feel like making the same mistakes again could feel like something incredible? Things are never What they seem to be...
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