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Mar 2013
The music, the rhythm, the beat
It moves me it soothes me
The lyrics consume me
Their hurt their pain
Their joy their life

No longer someone else' expression
For that moment they become mine

I am that soulful singer mourning over lost love
I am that rapper fighting the daily grind
I am them and they are me
For that moment I can release all that worries me
To simply exist and be apart of another beings reality.
Dee Ray
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