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Oct 2018
Music is the soundtrack to our lives.
When we are sad, we listen to darker tunes.
Ones that make us feel like hives.
When we are tired or trying to relax,
We listen to the sound of crashing waves.
Or the sound of smooth jazz, or windchimes.
I am mad at the world I listen to dark and angry music.
My friends think I'm a dark rain cloud while they are happy rainbows of happiness.
I'm tired of feeling numb, tired, sad, jealous, and angry.
I am jealous that they can be so happy all of the time.
I am numb to the feeling of happiness.
I am sad that I will be always rejected.
I am jealous that my friends always have a signifcant other, meanwhile I have had the same feeling for one man who I'll never have.
Again boredom has struck as well and the feelings I have currently.
Written by
Maggie Hargis
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   Shiv Pratap Pal and Fawn
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