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Jan 2019
All day
I wait,
and I wait,
and I wait.
Just so that I can come home,
to sit down
and play.
To touch those silky
black and white keys,
and to play the music
that comes out a piece of me.
All day I sit through school, work, homework...
All day, I just wait and think to myself about what a reward I will get when I get home. I always know that my beautiful piano will always be there, waiting for me, and that is my reward.
Masha Yurkevich
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Masha Yurkevich  19/F/Playing the piano...
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