my quiet place. its quite ironic my quite place because its not quiet at all, in fact its probably really loud but it makes me feel calm.
its music, my quiet place is music. it saves me, its saved me, its still saving me.
i want to go back to my quiet place, the place where i feel safe, just me and music. but instead i'm stuck crying in the middle of no where by a river, debating whether to take my last breath on this earth.
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young dumb teens
Genç Kurgumusic saves her. music always saves her but will music be enough this time?
