I’m a million different people from one day to the next

15 year old I went into a punk store in Stockholm with my then best friend Linnea, and we bought two identical plastic feeling white skirts, and had the best time of our lives. We were sure we would last forever, but life came in the way. Today we have not spoken for years, the skirt is being worn as a dress and I dance around with the skirt swirling around, my baby in the arms while listening to Bittersweet Symphony.

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