Music, Myself, and I.

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I've listened to these sad songs on repeat so many times, that I know the lyrics better then I know myself.

I have sung my heart out even after it's been shattered.

The music is there for me more then anyone.

I lost my mind, but I found my song.

It knows me better then anyone.

Yet not even music can save me.

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