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Jan 2012
It starts off with the heartbeats.
A few soft thumps, working its way until a pounding hammer of hearts.
Maybe a dance or two, a drink or three.
Nothing is real, because you are living your dreams.
Laughter surrounds the room, secrets float through the air carelessly.
Everything just crumbles away, leaving only raw emotion.
Music still playing, stringing the room with sweet melodies and beautiful sounds.
I want to listen to this song forever.
Ian
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