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Out-Crying Mind


How to transfer the feelings in my head to little words stained on paper.... Why do I love my music so much? My rock and roll? Have you ever been to a concert? What does it feel like to you? Just loud music and obnoxious, sweaty people? No. When I am at a concert, I am a part of something more; something complex, yet so simple. Nothingelse matters when I'm in the crowd. All of my pains and worries are drowned out by the sounds. It's inexplicable. When I am at a concert, I feel like everyone is one, brought together by the power of music. While that spell is upon us, all of our differences are cast aside; maybe the sight's deceiving, but I can feel it. So, why am I so obsessed? I guess we all have our own reasons. What's yours?
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