I’m a Rebel
The thirteen year old in that car knew exactly what I’d become, and at the root of it was being something that pleased someone else. Is that really any way to live?
The thirteen year old in that car knew exactly what I’d become, and at the root of it was being something that pleased someone else. Is that really any way to live?
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Tagged 1970, 2020, ac/dc, car, car rides