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I believe in music. I believe that when words fail, music speaks. It lives as a part of us, giving an internal fight. A fight to live, to be remembered as something more than just another drop in the sea. Our world spins around as a symphony, a thousand different songs coming together in a harmony. Every incoherent thought becomes a lyric. Every tear shed strums a chord. Every individual a beat. Every voice a song.
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
Music Lives
I believe in music. I believe that when words fail, music speaks. It lives as a part of us, giving an internal fight. A fight to live, to be remembered as something more than just another drop in the sea. Our world spins around as a symphony, a thousand different songs coming together in a harmony. Every incoherent thought becomes a lyric. Every tear shed strums a chord. Every individual a beat. Every voice a song.
holly-anderson
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
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