-Gateway To Escape- *ON HOLD*
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Last published Fri, Mar 6, 2015
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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