Words used to not come easily to me. I heard this bottom-of-the-tier ’80s greatest-ballads, synth-produced track from the early ’80s, and it seemed to encapsulate my prepubescent loving. I hung on every word as if it had come straight out…
Words used to not come easily to me. I heard this bottom-of-the-tier ’80s greatest-ballads, synth-produced track from the early ’80s, and it seemed to encapsulate my prepubescent loving. I hung on every word as if it had come straight out…
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