Songs
Melodies and tunes playing on repeat, lyrics that can heal and also cut deeper than a knife. You think that by now we would find solace in our rooms, but no, some only find pain and unease, they hide behind masked smiles and hidden wounds. They dream of a better life with the ones that they love, they day dream to endless playlists in hopes to reach a place that they can one day call home. Songs, the only thing that could bring solace to our mind.
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