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She started to laugh,
because the room got quiet.
She started to cry,
because she needed to see she was still alive.
she started to write,
because life got to real.
she started to sing,
becasue she waited to feel the music beating threw her heart.
She wore black,
becasue to her it should shine in the rainbow.
She wrote this blog,
Simply just to feel the keys beneath her fingers.
In her own perfect meoldy





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