The Joys of Music
Dear Music,
I enjoy your ever present self
You soothe my soul through better and worse
Whether it be in sickness or health
You are with me
In some ways
You are an extension of myself
When I have nowhere else to turn
There you are
When I have nothing to do
There you are
When I feel lost and confused
There you are
For better or worse
Till death do us part
You will be there
Yours forever, Hunter Jaeger
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