August 10, 2011
Music is my savior.
It is my living proof.
That sane things seize to exist.
Music is my sugar.
Sweetening the bitterest things that cause my tongue to curl.
All things sour, may have an edge.
An edge that just needed awakening.
Music is my blanket.
Distracting me from any possible occurrence that could cause interference.
It supplies me with this feeling.
I could break.
Break out of this steel shell of mine.
Music is a numerous amount of feelings.
Those feelings strike each persons soul, in a different way.
It's my only voice of reason.
-Amber Barnes

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