My cure

March 6, 2009
By White_fang SILVER, Hinckley, Minnesota
White_fang SILVER, Hinckley, Minnesota
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As I lay here my head pounding
My only cure lies on my bed
I crawl and crawl to reach them
I force them on my head and crank up the volume

The music seeps into my skull
It surrounds my very core
The pounding slowly drains away like I pulled the plug.
I lay on my bed my eyes closed and my music blaring.

The author's comments:
this is something i wrote for class. the more i wrote for it the better i liked it.

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