I need a keyboard. I have at least two, and an old school electric organ that was my mom's in the fifties. Somewhere. Grandma's attic maybe. I probably gave them away, I do that a lot. I thought I was done. The hardest fucking part for me to understand is that I didn't even feel like I was festering. I just didn't feel it anymore. I thought I'd
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I love it.
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