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The ticks of the keyboard, soared the surround sound speakers around my heart.
I escape and now my music increases, so I can't hear the soundtrack of my insides falling apart.
I don't need to be here anymore. Where the doors that slammed started a war.
Where our city lights blind us from our stories, blind us with they're theories.
Where every breath taken the wrong way ends up hung up on the ceilings you lived under.
Where our yells became like thunder to a broken soul who think they cannot be whole.
This is where all the broken things go. Where we take the empty attempts that we try and we take the idea idea of recovery and amplify.
We attempt bring back our beings with the beats of our broken hearts that are poured proud into music.
We plug in our headphones, muffling our pain.
To make us feel like we're doing something with our life's, that we're not just crying over nothing cause that's never true.
That everything that you do always echoes through.
And wonderful tributes to the things you do.
People find you as too much too good
You can't see it, but I can.
You can see the green ink that's outlining they're lack of self confidence.
But hey.
Everyone, someday need an escape to escape once in a while And to this is a different world, when our headphones are in.
This is the only reason that the darkness doesn't win.
We listen to hope in the form of Lyrics in hope someone won't hear your heart breaking apart.
But we're just looking for a way out, of this.
This place, made for you.
Made for me.
This humanity.
We are just wishing to find the escape button on our keyboards.
We never stop to think why can't we make home feel Safe.
To a place Where we try to get out of the bed, clear your head of the demons that are living to drown you. That are holding you back from being who you are.
And who you are.
Is needed.
For a little light in this world.
Maybe that's all we need.
Just a little light instead of darkness. And lyrics instead of suicide calls. Maybe we all need a little happiness in everything we do.
That's why we need you.
To make this a place a little more of we don't mind the idea to go the distance.
To make this a feel like a place where we can finally accept our existence.

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