I close my eyes
imagine myself
standing at the highest peak of a mountain
and that i would have the guts to jump off the cliff
i wonder
what is the last thought in the people's mind before they commit suicide
what is the feeling like when they were about to jump right off to the ground
speechless
emotional
as though you are about to soar above the sky
to the other side of the world
with fairies and angels
surrounding you
like never before
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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