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​"But we both knew it was a lie"
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I wrote Broken around the end of lock down, sitting on the top of a mountain in the lake district. Since then it has nudged me gently several times as one or other of my friends have gone through the mill. It seems that someone, somewhere is always hurting.
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Recommended listening:​
I wish I had a hundred Years: Fernando Velazquez​​​​
Everything you read here is free. But if you like and you're feeling generous, why not buy John a coffee. It will give him a warm sense of well being and joy, and feed his ever growing caffeine habit.
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