Music was the band aid for my distressed soul. It carried me to sleep and calmed my anxiety. Now music tears away at my soul. It opens tender flesh and hurts my heart. Because with the music, comes your memories. Darling, your memory hurts.
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Music
Music was the band aid for my distressed soul. It carried me to sleep and calmed my anxiety. Now music tears away at my soul. It opens tender flesh and hurts my heart. Because with the music, comes your memories. Darling, your memory hurts.