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Jessica Lynne Mar 2016
How was she so empty
Oh how she was so numb
Unsure if pain could be felt
Or if she was finally done

She played her arm like a violin
She had to check and see
Was there any music left inside her
Any passion any glee

No pain was felt
But how she dealt
She saw the music
All red it slowly melt

Few do understand
What boiled under her skin
What she was scratching to dig out
Wasn't a simple sin

She had to find the music
She had to know the truth
Underneath the tears
She still had some of those roots
Though the tears are shed and the memory is simply pink, the pain still comes back and the itch is hard to reach.
Now I know...
I'am on to loving,
On to living,
On to fighting,
on to fire,
on to ice,
And those sweet *** desires,
Keeps on calling my name on to something special baby,
**** right
Im righteous and winning.
Just losing my head in this ******* muisc.
So don't get it confused buddy,
Cause I alright I blew all my thoughs towards the ocean,
To keep my mood.
I don't care what your doing.
The sound waves of a symphony, run through me like a deer dashing through a flourishing of trees, vibrant colors of green and brown filling the picture.

The calming affect relaxing the soul, as the wind brushes the floor of the woods, music blowing through the branches of the trees, the russling of the leaves creating notes.

The grass sways to the soft sounds of the muisc's harmony, as the rabbits nourishing upon the picturesque flowers. The sounds of their soft munching  in sync with the rhythm of the woods calming affect .

The fish along the stream of the calm river, the sounds of water gently brushing acrossed the wind like the music in my ears. Creating a piece of mind.

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