FEELING the music :(:)
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Etiquetaskingsbladen
I banged and banged at my old piano till there were key marks on my fists. As I banged I
HEARD nothing but the echoing of my hollow ear canal. and I sat there thinking why, why music is the only way I cope with what some would refer to as a life. Music is my 1 and only true love, I wanted to let the beautiful red liquid in my body flow until there was none, thank the Lord for Chris when I'm with him at least I could still FEEL
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Quiet The Mind (under editing)
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