Music
It is like the wind whipping around
on a cold winter day.
It surrounds me.
It is like a helping hand
during a time of great emotion.
It empowers me.
It is what I turn to
when I just want to be alone.
It is my life.
When others are in times of pain
and turn to it.
It becomes my job.
It is my passion.
It is my past,
present,
and future.
It is me.
Music.
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