My colourful but silent life
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My hands shake gently as the strings of my violin take place.
The crowd goes completely dead silent, taking in every beautiful note i play on the wood oak stage.
People say that i have an amazing talent in music and i should have it as a career.
This IS my dream until, one day everything changes in a split second.
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