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Nov 2017
Softly I play
Carefully placing my fingers
All my thoughts drift from reach
As I play and play
On the violin of my brain
My violin is my lifeline. I don't know how I would survive without those beautiful notes
Olivia Christine
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Olivia Christine  17/F/VT
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