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Escape


Music makes me feel free

Makes me see the things that are unseen

It’s like the arms of a father,

In a broken family

It acts like a bandaid,

To a severe cut

It drags me far away from the city,

Taking me into a place free from pity.

Music is my escape.

 

I was broken

And now I am healed.

I was trapped in burden,

But now I am free.

With him,

Everything is possible.

With him,

I have everything.

With him,

I am complete.

 

“He does not merely Love,

He is Love.”

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