Crap. I just wrote six paragraphs and deleted them because I realized I sounded like a child. Ranting and raving about first loves and country music, strawberry wine and sunsets over cornfields, walks along lakes in the twilight, and George Strait playing the soundtrack to my first love.
I think country music is somewhat detrimental to my emotional state of mind. And yet the relationship I hold with it is addicting. I can't let it go. I just can't.
Just remember what happens when you play country music backwards...
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