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Jul 2019
I have a scratched record for a brain,
Its stuck on a loop and sometimes the pain,
Its unbearable,
But the only thing to drown out the noise is more noise,

So my fingers pluck the strings,
My lips shape the words,
And I close my eyes and lose myself,
And the sounds fly away like birds
Written by
Kaylee Ann  17/F
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