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I'm staring at the piano sitting silently in the dark corner of the room.

It mocks me in its incapability to play a note.

My one glance of happiness was stolen from my hands.

The wave of emotion and excitement as my fingers crash down on the keys, each single note wrapping around the next, causing an inner crashing emotion indescribable

They all fit perfectly together like ones hand would into another

I wish to feel that connection with someone.

I just wish to get lost inside the music.

I wish for the notes to never end, never stop harmonizing perfectly

My true happiness and fulfillment is within the music, within the silent, mocking, still piano in the corner of the room.

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