-Gateway To Escape-          *ON HOLD*

-Gateway To Escape- *ON HOLD*

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Music is my life. It's a part of me. It brings joy and pain through me.. But it's a beautiful kind of pain.. The kind of pain you keep coming back for because you love the way it feels when you play, the way your arms get goosebumps with every pluck of the strings, and the way the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end with every vibration coiling through your body. Music has kept me alive through the years. But it's not music itself that could also destroy me, no that's just part of it, It's the people I let interfere with my music, or what I do with it that could destroy me.. And no one could take that away from me except myself. But it's a beautiful kind of pain..
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Escape

Have you ever stopped to sit and watch the world pass by; wondering what would happen if we had no time, no clock, nothing to keep track, or have you ever sat down and listen to music drowning out all unwanted problems you refuse to pay attention to. As you sit you begin to realize every second has its new beginnings. Time is something money can't buy, but it is also something you can't place on fast forward or rewind. Every beat of life counts just have to listen to the melody to live it happily. A young teenage girl is living an unwanted life every hour has a memory running straight through and every tick tock and replay cuts into her past. "Turn the music up, real loud. As the lyrics fill my head, a hundred memories run wild, lyrics intertwining with my thoughts. Change of attitude, cant be disturbed. Words flow like tears, all eyes on me. Every one is an onlooker, keep watching you don't want to miss this." Here is her story.

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