January 10, 2012
By Anonymous

I used to hear the music play, like clockwork it was always there. It ran through my soul and touched me deep, I lived off it like the blood inside, I hoped that it would never die. It comforted me like a sunny day and made me smile like swimming in the rain. It was something I could count on, somehow I knew it would never change. My past twisted and burned for sure and somehow I listen closely now. My child hood friend no longer found. My life running on play by plays, differences near in far never the same as the music bar. But I realized now and ever more that I would no longer hear the music play.

The author's comments:
growing apart from something that was always there for you

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