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Music Is....


Music Is The Self-Quenching Voice Of Our Souls It Fills Up Like Glue Fixes Holes Like Wind Makes The Ocean Rolls Music Is The Voice That Speaks Life It Serenades Us Like A husband Sings To His Wife It Controls Us Like Fate Controls Dice Music The Love We Never Had It Consoles Us When We're Ridiculed For Bad It Reminds Us Like Memories When We're Sad Yet We Still Love It No We Won't Shove It Cause We Control It And When We're With It We Sore Above It
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I Write Poems, I Love Music, Dancing Is My Life, And Volleyball Is The Shit. I'm 16 And I'm An Overacheiver In Life. Just Trying To Find A Way To Express It All

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