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Dec 2018
Music is built in my soul
Ingrained, instinctual, a calling.

Always has been there for me
Comforting, therapy, my home.

Why is music growing dimmer?
Uncertain, fearful, stress-driven.

The musician I thought fate was calling
Is this who I am meant to be...
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Labhrás  20/M
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