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Depression is like a record player With a new record every week and it’s always scratched Right at the saddest chorus With all the saddest chords Those who never pleased the lord
Dear Julia, My mind It is a broken record Of that one moment The moment I saw you And realized I was in love with my best friend
You are the soundtrack of my life. And even though I am unable To rewind, I play in my head, Over and over, The quirky voicemails you leave me.
I wake with passionI wake with actions,my everlasting fire ignites from laughing. I hope not to covet, butto endorse my dreams and love itto improve things that bring joy like choice and less judgement.
Take Me Away To somewhere new and familiar A place without judgment or fear A place to express the self   Take Me Away Where I can dance to the beat Let the notes flow through
Sometimes, I wish you could see me; have a video tape recording that you watched at the end of every day, that played out the events of my day to day life like a movie
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