She clawed her way out of the well of self pity that was slowly sucking her into its opiate depths - cured yet again by the primeval power of mad, bad dancing and bone jarring music. The embarrassing bounce is back in her gait and she doesn’t give a damn. A quick glance at a shop window to check out the new streaks of red in her hair and a jig of pure joy on MG Road. Strangers smile at her and she grins right back. Keith Urban wants to Love Somebody Like her.
Insanity is its own cure.
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6 comments:
This was surely interesting.
You write beautiful! :)
sutta: :) i'm taking a bow!
way to go lady!I love that man too!!! :D
DC: :)TOTALLY!!!
A little bit of insanity is everything's cure, isn't it? ;)
Quarter: Oh yes! wonder why it takes some people so long to get it.
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