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Junkies music

     Hearing myself breathe is scary it amazes me that I still have air. Looking at myself in the mirror becomes dull, who am I? Screams fluttering throughout my body, someone will notice my face. Music playing in my head, turn up the volume I need to hear the words. Clear out a pathway for me to walk down but this time not alone hold my hand. 

     Junky is who I was. They saw no name nor a face.
Pain Trembles down my body; the music becomes low again. Weakened I fall to my knees, I need you to feel alive again. I become helpless. Underneath all the darkness there is some light, but no one understands the music. Pulling myself back up again, asking for help to get replenished; You're just another song; Your life means nothing, we don't listen to that type music- it's not clean.

     Dirty mirror let me wipe it off, maybe I'll see something different this time. Voices cover my room, inch by inch junkie music you've got to be done. The battles you fought you clearly have not won. Shaking legs lead me until I'm still. I'm begging you for that music and how it made me feel. Love where did you go? I needed you to make me grow. Up and down, turn this music off I can't take it any more I'm done. Take me Jesus, is what I shout. Get  me freedom here I come, I took from you what you couldn't take from me. No grave will be put into the ground my, body will not be bound.

     Hello world I'm standing in front of you. My truth is not to be denied, just because I play junkie music doesn't mean I lie. Clearing up the paths that once kept me down, I did it all without a single frown. Music is the only thing that kept me sane, trying to understand why know one knew my pain. Strength comes through me from the man who lives above, he gives me a second chance to show love. Tonight the tones of my music soften and play with more than just words; Can't hear what the music is saying, tell the word the junkies music is playing-hear me now my music will draw millions to a crowd. Music touches souls; it opens up the darkness and gives me light. Its been years now I'm clean I never stop playing the music that helped me redeem.

   My breathes now last longer and my mind it's a lot more stronger. Music never stop playing inside of my head without you I would of been dead. Take a chance and see, my music is a story a junkies recovery!

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