I'm at work on a Sunday. After having hosted a party for 10+ last night and having cleaned until 4am. And after having downed way too much wine. By myself. While last time my silent rebellion was my antlers, today it's my sweats and constant iPodding. Loud.
I have OneRepublic's album on repeat in my ears, soothing the pounding in my head from last night's wine. I only just noticed the title of their album as I was walking back to my office now; Dreaming out Loud. hmm.
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Tears are ever cleansing for the soul, even when you don't know what they're for. If they find me in my weakest moments, I let them flow freely.
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