Music

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The music makes me happy,

But it also makes me sad.

It reminds of the past,

And that's very bad.

It reminds me of the death,

And the tears I've cried.

And I try to forget,

I've really tried.

 

The music keeps me sane,

And makes me glad.

It blocks out the voices,

Which make me go mad

I use the music to block it out,

To stop me commiting sin.

I use my music to help stop,

The devil from within.

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