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My complicated world

by Mccuemi3

I can hear it My blood rushing My mind pounding My heart gushing Living a lie for what people want me to be Does it even matter Do they see I dream of fixing people when broken and bruised I dream of helping the mentally abused But music has been stripped from me against my will The only reason why I've become I'll I want to hear violins cellos drums and the choir Music Yes music That is what I most desire
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