![]() NotesA Poem by Bree135Like the blood running through my veins, the air that fills my lungs, Music helps me with the pain. Every lyric, Every note, Helps me cope. Its more than just a sound. More than a sweet melody. It's my therapy. It's not just a escape from reality, it's often a reality check.
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