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My mum and mad were both very generous, encouraging parents.
May 30, 2014
I don’t write songs about a specific, elusive thing. I write about love, and everyone knows what it is like to have your heart broken
December 1, 2014
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds
May 24, 2014