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Funny how it works—I’ll hear a song and suddenly I’m ten again, barefoot on wet grass, sunset smearing the sky. Not the singer I love most, but the one who found me when I was lost in my own silence. Melodies don’t just play, they dig up buried afternoons, laughter that never got recorded, tears I forgot I cried. I chase playlists like therapy, not for the beats, but for the ghosts they let me hug again. Music? It’s time travel with better acoustics—and worse parking.
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