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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|01:27 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
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I was sure that I would never have the guts, but it turns out I do, and I am going on inter rail on my own. I died, but only my hair, and it doesn't look bad. Tonight I sang on one of Bergen Beach Bands songs. It was a great night, a lot of loved and liked ones, the wind is warm and soft, it feels like warm skin, (or maybe it's my skin that feels like warm wind). I'm scared shit less, but I'm leaving tomorrow, my mind sett on not getting to lonely cuz it's going to be the time of my life.
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