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Music, Is my life. This poem may not make much sense to others, But some will understand the meaning.


Submitted:Jan 11, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


~Music♥~ -LoveLastForever

I Turn up the volume

As I sit in my room

Feeling the vibes

Of the music I consume

I close my eyes

As I think

The darkness turns to light

As I'm in a dream

I see the music

I see its what it means

There is no more need

For the blade of a knife

The music is my escape

From the depression I carry

So once again, My life

Will no longer consume

The blade of A knife.





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