Music
There are rhythms that play in my head,
Test questions replaced by melodies instead.
Lyrics that live in my brain,
Triggered by sidewalks or rain.
Turning feelings into a verse,
Then into a song, no need to coerce.
You can take away almost anything,
But music is my only thing.
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