There’s always one song that takes you straight back. The room you were in. The feelings you didn’t have words for yet.
I didn’t just listen to it — I felt it. On repeat. Alone. Loud enough to drown out everything else.
Music back then wasn’t background noise. It was survival. It helped me process things I didn’t know how to say out loud.
That song still hits — not because it sounds the same, but because I do.
Tomorrow’s prompt: What I thought adulthood would look like vs reality.
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