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I can't live without


I can't live without music. It swirls around each vertabrae, stretching me awake each day, the only reason I'm able to take on the world. It connects in gear with my muscles, sending them turning, moving until I'm able to take step after step. Music is the feeling in the bottom of your heart that sends the slightest rush, shiver or hope blazing through your body. Music is home, and I need it to survive.
 

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