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the vibrations that rung the strings
they tickled my eardrums
they made me happy to be here
the music always lit a fire in me
i loved the temporary happiness it provided
i felt sheltered under the music sheets
the notes gave me a sense of security
the measures never judged me
the instrument never laughed at my mistakes
i was happy to be a musician
i was happy to finally be me

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