
Broken Record
Sometimes, we lose sight of what's important, and find ourselves lost as well. In these times, we tend go through the motions of normal, but it feels wrong. Like a never ending loop, a song on its last legs, or a broken record.
Sometimes, we lose sight of what's important, and find ourselves lost as well. In these times, we tend go through the motions of normal, but it feels wrong. Like a never ending loop, a song on its last legs, or a broken record.
Vinyl knows this pain first hand, and there seems to be no help.
At least, not until a certain blue mare comes along.
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- Where is she now? 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC9