Nothing
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sat, Aug 22, 2015
The music wonders through me, upholding my soul within and letting me finally breathe. Within the words is were you can find the belief of my life, everything seems to be fading. Nothing. That's all there is. Nothing. As the sky rains down it's tears let the mood of everything influence me. Walking in the rain calms me, it's like a lullaby I never received. Music is the way I speak. Through and through. Nothing can change that. Or that's how my life was. My life breaths in the intoxicating smell of rain, and how the uplifting spirits understand me. Everything changes. That's a fact. But it spite of the world, music changes as well and the soon my life will be like the titanic. Forever submerged in the music of the century as life passes by. The music wonders through me. But so does a person. Music is not the only way I speak anymore. She changed that, the thoughts of innocence cloud her though she's anything but that. She's nothing. And so am I.
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