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fingers dance
up and down
the fretboard
a violinist gives voice
to endless frustration
~
lyrics hold
endless
meaning -
damaged souls tangle
themselves in the chords,
******* vitality
as milk from a mother
to
drown out endless
white noise
~
tears roll down cheeks
pale from
lack of sunlight,
glimmering with
tiny flames as
heros conquer the demons
we /wish/ we
had
the bravery
to tackle
A short exploration of some of the outlets people use to get away from their problems.

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