Forty- four Januaries ago children were considered too unsophisticated to succumb to clinical depression. Yet when I was exiled from my happy world, this song was stuck in my head. My job was to wait solemnly, alone, in front of the television set, for 90 days that stretched into a thousand, for life to begin again. It never would. If you could read my mind love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old time movie About a ghost from a wishin well In a castle dark or a fortress strong With chains upon my feet You know that ghost is me And I will never be set free. https://m.youtube/watch?v=l-ij_iTQt2w
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 12:41:02 +0000
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