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Lou Reed is DEAD! Oh my broken heart...

There was no one I loved more as a young, impressionable girl. Oh, Lou! I fangirled so hard that I missed all of the mid to late nineties grungy type music. He embodied all of my surly, I hate my stupid teenaged life feelings. I bought a copy of the Velvet Underground and Nico when I was 13 years old, and fell in love with a boy when I was 16 just because he had the whole VU box set. Oh, Lou! Waltzing Matilda played low so my parents wouldn't hear. All the catty, bitchiness of Transformer. Wanting to be big—bigger than the small town I was growing up in—bigger than the tight religious confines I bristled against. It's a sad day: long sighs and glances back.


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