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WITHOUT MUSIC WHAT WOULD I BE?


I jump for joy at the sound of music.

Wondering how, when and why the song was made.

At times I relate and other times I contemplate.

Music is the blood that circulates through my veins.

WITHOUT MY MUSIC WHAT WOULD I BE?

I crave, I want, I need...MUSIC.

I desire....Music

As I lay down thinking of that one artist, one song, one note....a feeling of euphoria adheres.

The rhythms and notes are what fuel my heart, my soul, my drive to continue.

WITHOUT MY MUSIC WHAT WOULD I BE?

Just another women trying to break free.

Music makes me the sensitive, inquisitive, old soul that I am.

Music is me, it's what makes me free.

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I am just a person who has dreams..... -Maya

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