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She loves music It is her escape She is dead inside When she is alone Music is there waiting to be heard Music is not living But it is alive Without music she is nothing It is her surrounding She loves it so much To where it consumes her She was once alone Dead inside Now she is alive She is heard
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Music
She loves music It is her escape She is dead inside When she is alone Music is there waiting to be heard Music is not living But it is alive Without music she is nothing It is her surrounding She loves it so much To where it consumes her She was once alone Dead inside Now she is alive She is heard
I wrote this when I was 13.
WhitneyyGreyy
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
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