Sep 2020
I breathe music.
It's in my blood.
In my heart,
Brain, and lungs.
It makes up my soul -
My body no longer a shell.
It gives me life
And without music,
I'd be dead.
It's in my blood.
In my heart,
Brain, and lungs.
It makes up my soul -
My body no longer a shell.
It gives me life
And without music,
I'd be dead.
(18/F/I'm here, and CA)
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