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Mar 2013
Everybody has that one song they listen to all day because it is the only thing that understands their feelings.
Music is a window into an otherwise solid shell,
an escape from the walls built long ago and never broken,
a bandage to heal open wounds invisible to all but you,
a way to shout without saying a word,
a way to cry without a tear down your cheek,
a way to stop thinking without sleep,
And a way to be alone without anyone looking for you.
Phoebe Taylor
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Phoebe Taylor  West Hartford
(West Hartford)   
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