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music saves.


i just needed something to drown out the silence that i had surrounded myself in.

my feelings that were written on the walls weren’t loud enough.

that’s when i found music.

music saved me.

when i didn’t have anywhere to escape the deafening silence in my head—

music was there.

it’s not just something i can hear.

i can feel it.

i can read it.

i can live it.

 

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