Music; Every Single Day.
When I sit and listen to my music, it brings me to life in such a beautiful way. I escape reality, and my mind is no longer enslaved. I bob my head and grin ear to ear, sing along without any fear. I love it, it makes me who I am. Someone strong, I take my stand. When my headphones are in and my favorite song is on, there is nobody that can keep me from living on. I am truly unique in every single way, because I live for me every single day.
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