She walked around reciting song lyrics like poetry as if they could shield her from the reality of her broken dreams being her own damn fault and allow her to forget the choices she consciously made regarding whether or not she should stay in the best relationship she had ever known or if she should gamble again on the next one being with someone who would get her better than this one even though this ones gotten her better than any of the others ever got her and she keeps repeating the bridge of a catchy pop ditty she remembered from her childhood as if the power of repetition would transfer the change in the pace of that tune to the change she wanted in the pace of her life.
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