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My music

My music i need, my musics for me, no matter how you feel, its not your meal, its my decision, my choice only my precision, no matter if its understood, nothing can change my thoughts on what I should, the fight is no battle, for are just a shadow, in my world of light, with my music shining bright, now it ends in the night, when you make me sick, trying to choose my music.



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