...when will my dream comes true
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together. Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.Where words fail, music speaks.
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together. Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.Where words fail, music speaks.
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