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Sep 2014
I think I've ruined my ears
I feel the beat pound through my body
Consuming as much as I can
Never less than one hundred percent
Need to breathe it, need to bleed it
My pulse has become this constant rhythm
Music is my only friend
This is where I scream.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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